Amongst my Grandmother's possessions <br />were two old biscuit tins, in which she kept, <br />her needles and pins. In one of these tins, <br />there were reels of cotton. Together with lace <br />that was thread bare and rotten.Amongst her antiquity, <br />we found an old leather case. Which horded table cloths <br />and bed linen, trimmed with the finest of lace. <br />Inside her desk, we found letters by the score, <br />some going back as far as the war. Embroidered postcards <br />sent from France, that were sad to read even at a glance. <br />Some sent with crosses others with flowers.Those brave <br />old soldiers must have worked on them for hours. <br />Under her bed we found an old sea chest and on it was <br />stamped a sea faring crest, it was full of maps of nautical <br />days, from the coasts of the Americas, down to the <br />Australia Bays. <br />Grandmother had all sorts of things, including a pair of <br />Angel wings, because she was an Angel until she died. <br />Then God came and took her, to work by his side.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandmothers-possessions/
