Old Chistmas Cards

Christmas was over the cold winter winds blew and blew the sadness grew. Mother had passed A time dreaded for ever so long. I tried ever so hard to be strong. I walked into her home where she once gathered her most precious belongings Wher my small bare foot steps did once roam. Though safe within it's walls her belongings just collected much dust. It was a place I had once learned to trust. Now she's gone who will treasure these dusty dirty things. No where to be found gems or diamond or saphire rings. I gazed around where oh where, do I start first. Then into tears I encontrollably burst. I first approached a tall brown dresser mirror intact, while polish it lacked. I pulled open the small drawers I was amazed to see many and many old candy boxes and handkerchifs three. The first, a stack get well and old christmas cards in tied tightly wrapped ever so neatly. What on earth was she thinking I blurted. My most swift thoughts came outwardly leaking. Then I opened another dusty dreawer to find a smaller gold and red box. Could it hold a diamon ring I gasped as I slowly opened it. My thought did sing. There, another whole section of old cards among another green and yellow box. My memory burst I'd received these from family when I had chicken pox. There was one from my maw, another from Aunt ada, and Uncle harry. Even one from my classmates with the one on top from the cute boy named Larry. Then I strumed the cards as a guitar playing an familiar old song. So many I recogonized. The names were of many persons lost family member or even a departed decesed friend. I suddenly knew just what she had been thinking With each card each broken vase a sad or happy memory no one ever could repace. She'd tucked away each for obsurvance for a future a rainy day. I knew what she of my life now a missing part. She safely kept each memory she held once in her heart tied as neatly there, as the old cards in the lovely red candy box All kept instore. Each she kept snuggly in her dresser drawer I held them now my heart And sit along where she too once searched for old memories, to recall once more. Linda Terrell November 14, 2009