Grandma's Attic Poem by G.B. Smith

Grandma's Attic



When I was but a wee lad

I remember going up into

grandma's attic for a look

it was so unique and scary

The floor creaked

the window was missing

birds nested in the rafters

and it smelled bad

why did I go up there

there were voices

I know there were voices

that we calling to me

OH Glenny come see us

trembling I ascended

up the stairs

to what...

"Adventure"

G.B.S

Grandma's Attic
Friday, January 26, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: family
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The moment I saw this artwork I knew I had to write about it.How many of you have either gone up into an attic or into the cellar?This is just my muse of what it would have felt like to a 6 year old with a huge imagination
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