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Cleaning the Attic

June 3, 2018

Each year your mom had a special chore—she didn’t mind at all!

It was cleaning out the attic beneath the rafters tall.

She’d make herself some breakfast—then say: “Today’s my day!

I get to clean the attic, and sort through memories in a special way.”

She’s always been so busy—kept working all the time,

As the hills of the future she continued daily to climb.

Today’s the day that’s all her own—it was done about once a year.

She knew there might be sad memories, and she might shed a tear.

Grandma gathers her cleaning tools—and knows she must patient be,

As she settles down in the corner and begins to look about, you see!

She began a-searching for memories—it would be a day well spent,

And by evening, she would wonder just where the whole day went.

She began to dust and clean so her day of memories had begun!!

Tears of sadness might flow but she would also have some fun.

She’d find a box of pictures of folks who lived so long ago,

Some folks most forgotten—and some she did not know.

She’d find so many memories—beloved in years gone by:

Seeing a beloved child’s book, would surely make her cry.

A tear fell as she sat in that well-used antique rocking chair,

Thinking of old memories—holding a doll that had no hair.

She would find a baby spoon of silver and a doll with painted face,

A china cup and saucer and a bit of tatted lace.

Soon she’d forget about the sorting—toss the cleaning tools aside.

As she rocked and just remembered by-gone days she felt with pride.

Meeting your dad so long ago—he stole her heart one day.

Her life had changed so quickly in a most dippity-doo-da way.

Welcomed with love by each one of your mom’s family –

They began making memories for their own ancestral tree.

Days spent with gardening, becoming a mother—oh what joys!

Then grandchildren—it mattered not if they were girls or boys!

Her door was always open—food for who’er walked in the door--

With her love for God and family, who could ask for anything more?

When Grandma’s day was over, I did ask: “What did you do today?”

She did reply so very softly—you could barely hear her say:

“Today I cleaned the attic—today was so much fun

For I stored away old memories before the setting of the sun.”

Grandma’s days on earth are over—she’ll be missed so very much!

But from Heaven, each one of you, will feel her tender touch.

Remember her with happiness--give a hug to one another.

God gave you someone special when she became your mother.

CAST ALL YOUR CARES UPON HIM,

FOR HE CARES FOR YOU.

THE BEST CLASSROOM IN THE WORLD

IS AT THE FEET OF AN ELDERLY PERSON!