Grandmothers chest in the attic, Waitingfor someone to come near her Ears strained to hear the known footsteps

Vision blurred with cobwebs, but her spirit is not May be there is something for youin there may be not, But how will you know if you dont reach out to it? A quilt and some handkerchiefs A world of soft cotton and lace Hope and warmth embroidered in each one May be you will find solace in them may be not But how will you know if you dont embrace them? Some old wrinkled and some neatly packedclothes They have more deals and tales Than any book or shop The soothing whiffof love, comforting whispers Maybeyou will find them enlighteningmay be not But how will you know if you dontlet them express?

At the corner of the chest are some old memories Some letters gone yellow; some brown Some old pictures; of a naughty little girl on a swing Of a free spirited woman before and after her marriage Oh! the beautiful carefree past and their echoes Maybe you will find some mantra in them maybe not But how will you know if you dont ask?

Hope,love,warmth, inspiration and some surprises in store The old neglected chest can be full all this and more An old set of dentures desperate to share her story An old eye glass full of wisdom This may be your lucky day may be not You may find something valuable, may be not But how will you know....

-Soma Mukherjee