Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Grandma’s Attic”

Picture after picture stands against the wall;

There are pictures of relatives large and small.

Grandpa George, who died on his ship;

Grandma Georgina, who broke her hip.

Oh, this one I remember. It is Papa when he was young.

He got stung by a bee while up on a ladder rung.

Grandma was a keeper of pictures and things;

She even had a stash box full of diamond rings.

But what stands out are these pictures of kids;

Some with long hair and some with handmade bibs.

I think they’re my cousins, I really didn’t know;

They’re standing in Grandma’s old garden in a row.

I had a big family of relatives; this I did know;

But who were they?  We moved away, so…

I never got to meet them; or even know who was, who.

All I have are photos of the whole entire crew.

It’s amazing what Grandma’s attic does keeps;

There’s a trunk full of old toys, including Papa’s toy jeep.

Movie reels and slides are all over the floor;

There are pictures of places I’ve never been before.

Memories of pictures and toys, even Little Bo Peep;

I’ll dream of family pictures, not sheep, in my sleep.

Hoping just one picture will rattle in my brain ~

Telling me, one relative ~ is someone of fame.

Maybe one day, I’ll learn who they all are;

Hoping I’m the daughter of a once-famous movie star.