I went to the attic where the old trunk waited
enshrouded in cobwebs quite antiquated
brushing the cobwebs to the side
eager to view what the old trunk would hide
lifting the lid in that corner of gloom
a bare lightbulb the only light in the room
all was clean and neat with a scent of spice
a pure silk wedding gown a tiny bag of rice
a picture of bride and groom so lovely was she
embracing each other the love you could see
love letters tied with a satin ribbon of blue
envelopes that had yellowed to an ivory hue
the satin blue bow I gently untied
anxious to read what was written inside
in one of the envelopes this poem I found
the paper was yellowed but otherwise sound
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