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I remember playing in my grandma's attic
Trunks were filled with treasures of every kind
playing with them I pretended I lived in fairyland

The scent of lavender filled an old trunk
A silver frame tarnished with time
A photo of my grandma in a white wedding gown

A cigar box with an Indian maid's picture inside its lid
A little boy's collection of souvenirs
 marbles - rocks - arrowheads

In my mind I pictured my dad as a lad
shooting marbles with his favorite steely
down in the dirt on his knees

I tried to picture him playing cowboys and Indians
riding a stick horse with a cap gun in his hand
Then I smiled wondering if daddy ever was a child

Dust was gold sprinkled about
rays of light from the window was spotlights
as I danced in Grannie's long gowns

A little girl playing dress up
twirling dancing to the sugar plum fairies waltz
Dreaming of days to come when I would grow up

Now that I am grown
I dream of those days when I was a child
Remembering the  touch and the love of my grandparents

Kathy Collier  7 - 07

2 Timothy 1:5 ESV

I am reminded of your sincere faith,
a faith that dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice
 and now,  I am sure, dwells in you as well.

MUSIC: Tchaikovsky - Dance Of The Sugarplum Fairy

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