Secrets In the Attic

Secrets In the Attic



Wispy, sticky, clinging cobwebs guard the attic.

Secrets kept secure by their own protector

sitting on a three legged stool by a cracked window,

unseeing glass eyes, keeping watch.



A chest carelessly left ajar.

Snippets of ribbon, lace, and sequins,

tattered, strewn astray

Once were glorious, now a disgrace.



Behind broken glass

dust flourishes hiding

announcements of achievement

or perhaps of mischief.



What stories, what secrets

would be let loose.

If only the attic could talk

and we would listen.



A tarnished, gilded frame, tilted lopsided.

A worn, fragile, glimpse into

A moment of delight

Frozen in time forever.



For an angel, it was carved.

Gently folded, lovingly placed in a shirt box.

Kept for time immemorial

Never rocked, stained with tear drops.





Heartbreaks and Celebrations

Equally preserved

across the generations

Which are better observed?