All the treasures of a lifetime, are stored in Grandma's room-
by C. Helen McCullum
Bracelets, rings, secret things, and bottles of sweet perfume,
Gay valentines, old letters, rare coins, and beaded bags,
Velvet kittens, stuffed with sawdust, fancy pillows, stuffed with rags,
An open-Bible on the table, near her wicker rocking chair-
Four-leaf clovers tucked inside it, and a lock of Mama's hair,
A recipe for cinnamon-buns, a vase, with a tiny crack,
A basket of buttons, needles, pins, and a rusty, carpet tack, A picture of me, in a little gold frame, on a shelf, above her bed-
The little spectacles, that slid down her nose, as stories to me, she read.
In a drawer, I find the beautiful dress, she wore on her wedding day-
Beneath it, wrapped in tissue, is a wax-preserved bouquet.
On a board in her closet, are slippers, paired neatly, side by side-
One pair of high-top buttoned shoes, kept polished, worn with pride.
Tiny fingerprints and roses, adorn one papered wall,
On the dresser, sits her china clock "I Love It--Best Of All." Now--as I choose my keepsake, from all her bric-a-brac,
I look around this room once more--fond memories, flashing back.
This room is filled with many things, such as beads and bits of lace-
Yet; this room seems very empty, without her smiling face.
I stroke the paper roses, wet my fingertips with tears-
I imprint them near the smaller ones, she cherished, through the years.
I remember childhood visits, as I close and lock the door-
to the Countless Little Treasures, that Grandma held in store.