The Attic Treasure Trove

The Attic Treasure Trove By Elton Camp A collection decades in the making To disturb them so unthinkable The time came when it must be done The father could no longer live alone Though for himself and his daughter Sorting through them was bitter-sweet “Your mother packed these boxes,” He recalled, with a catch in his voice “I could never look at them before, But now I guess there’s no choice.” “Dad, I’d move back home if I could. There’s Jim and the children,” she said “No, it’s as it should be,” he replied “This big house is way too much for me. Nothing can take away my memories.” To distract her, he held out a white book “This is your baby record,” he explained Birth weight, a pair of socks, her first word All and more carefully recorded on its pages Showed a child welcomed and well loved Other boxes brought smiles to the two Report cards, school awards, pictures A stash of well-loved toys they found Fond mementos of days forever gone