Grandma's Treasure

Moonlight filters into the cool dark attic:
dust swirls race across the wooden floor,
hiding from midnight shadows in the corner.
The night breeze held its breath outside the door.

Feeble hands gently fumbled with an old wooden box
which, almost in reverence, was pulled to the breast.
The lid creaked open, there was no need for a lock.
Musty memories of a lifetime lay there in the chest

Pictures drawn on a leisurely summer afternoon,
poems of love to capture her young elusive heart.
Medals and ribbons received in a long-forgotten war.
Letters tied in red ribbon, from times spent apart.

Every letter brings back a memory from before,
each page has a comment, written in a shaky script.
It is hard to be all alone, how long can this last?
Moonlight, memories, and ghosts from an aged crypt.