Things In The Attic

There are things in my attic that can't be replaced,
Memories of someone more precious than gold,
A love so dear to me lives on,
Things in my heart I will always hold.

Precious things so valued by her,
That to let them be sold or given away,
Would bring too much sorrow,
In my heart and life today.

She was the most precious little angel,
So sweet and loving too,
I still feel her presence,
In many things I do.

Grieving over loved ones,
Is a lingering for those we love,
But we must always remember,
They are watching from Above.

Not so far away when we think of it,
Of how we will meet again some day,
In a mansion where all is well,
And no sorrow comes our way.

It is only natural to miss our loved ones,
But so sweet to know,
No tragedy can come to them,
In the place where they will go.

I still make my regular trip,
Into that attic to heal,
From the loss of one so sweet,
Her sweet and gentle ways I still can feel.

Some day it will get easier,
But only time will seal,
The part that lives on in your heart,
Must have the time to heal.

She loved her rocking chair,
She rocked her dolly every day,
But now it sits in the attic,
And that is where it stays.

Away from inquisitive questions,
That bring tears into my eyes,
And no harm can come to it,
Just memories and long sad sighs.

Her baby dolls hang on the wall,
A tee shirt hanging from a drawer.
Candles are lit when I am there,
To brighten up my world.

Only someone that has lost a child,
Could understand this place,
I keep it dusted and tidied up,
I feel as though, I still can see her face.

Faye Reyenga © 2/07/2011
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