Holds so many mysteries
as I quietly tip- toed in the dark,
feeling my way for treasures
while bumping my knees,
banging my toes and keeping
my moans from waking
I finally found the treasure chest,
quietly lifted its latch, dust
blew all around me while squeaks
and thumps were heard and
lifting the top to catch all the
mysteries it had buried inside.
There in front of my tired eyes
a photograph of mom and dad
smiling in happier days before
the Great War and the alcohol
had done them both in.
A bundle of letters tied in a bow
with faded red ribbons from so
many long years ago, were unopened,
yet a few I read under the light of my
little hand-held flashlight, while I wept
from the sadness that hung with such
sorrow and dread.
Beneath a pillow embroidered by my
grandmother’s gentle hand was inscribed
the Lord’s Prayer with a cross of gold and
silver thread written, he died for humanity
to take our sins away, I didn’t understand,
yet the message was clearly given.
RIP Mom and Dad.
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