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Treasures abound in an attic
if you're patient enough
to wade through
the spiders and dust to find them.
I found a picture of Mama there
in an old camelback steamer trunk
crowded with unknown relatives
in musty photo albums,
dried rose bouquets,
and size six shoe boxes
filled with old love letters.
The photo was crackled,
its corners bent, but there she was.
A bandana tied round her head
almost held the whispy curls
celebrating their freedom
in an ocean breeze,
pants rolled up mid-calf,
cuffs barely skimming the water
and she looked so happy.
How I wish I had known her then -
so young and pretty,
living carefree in a world
filled with Daddy,
years before children and cancer.
And in a treasure from the attic,
I found the love I had known
that had so shaped me
throughout my life.
How terribly I miss her.
C.J. Heck
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