Hidden in Plain View
Hidden in an attic trunk beneath a rusty hinge
Memoirs of a life gone by lay faded, yellow-tinged.
Not a soul has cracked the lid for more than twenty years
Though the rooms beneath still flow with laughter, joy, and tears.
Could it be that one fine day the curious might see
How she was much more than just a ghostly mystery?
Youth and romance from her quill and age in fountain pen,
Who would guess how wonderful she really might have been?
But, alas, the summer’s heat and winter’s bitter cold
Mix beneath a leaking roof to mark the trunk with mold.
Time is such a precious gift but so is memory;
Haunting is truth that words seem lost to history.
Drops of forgotten ink,
A stolen kiss or two,
Laughter and some fallen tears,
1919 flu,
Secrets fill a diary
Still hidden in plain view.
By Peggy Paris
© 2008 Peggy Paris
(All rights reserved)
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