Come little child
Let’s go explore
The treasures and stories
Just beyond this door.
So the child latched on
To her hand of many years
And together they climbed
Up to the attic floor.
They found boxes and books
Scattered all across the room
Some jewelry and trinkets
And her special Heirloom.
Her old voice called her near
‘Please, come sit down
I have something to show you
And not a moment too soon.’
~
Together they sat
With a big ole book
Bound by leather ties
Wearing an old leathered look.
Running her hand over top
She turned to the first page
Reading the inscription
Her voice audibly shook.
~
Down the generations
We hope this book finds
Your home full of peace
And soundness of mind.
With the good Lord willing
You’ll continue to share
The roots of your ancestors
Written in kind.
~
Then page by page
She handed it down
The story of their past
Like the passing of a crown.
Then she came to a page
That was void of ink
She reached for her pen
And wrote ‘Anna Mae Browne’
She finally cleared her throat
A smile of pride on her face
You have been added
You now have your place
Into this precious book
Which I am passing to you
Of our family, our heritage,
All for you to embrace.
~
The child looked up
Into her Grandmother’s eyes
Please don’t be sad
I don’t want you to cry.
It’s okay dear child
Granny’s not sad
These are happy tears
It’s okay they’re not dry.
~
One day when you’re older
And you are in your prime
It will be your turn to share this book
And the history of your time.
I hope you will remember
The stories Granny shared with you
Up in this old attic room
Near the end of her lifetime.
~
Written by: The ShortStoryGal © 2012. All rights reserved.
