Among
the cobwebbed attic treasures
Memories of yesteryear
Books and pictures, notes well
weathered
Some brought laughter, some brought
tears
She
rummaged through the souvenirs
For hours and hours in reminisce
Childhood friends and high school
proms
Her first real date, her first real
kiss
Then
she stumbled on a box
Of keepsakes from her mother's day
Little secret well-kept treasures
Opened now to light of day
She
read the letters from her father
Words of love that brought her tears
She walked back through her mother's
youth
Recapturing the long lost years
One
more letter left unopened
At the bottom of the box
She sat and stared at it in wonder
Brushing back her golden locks
Dare
she read the secret letter
From her mother's unknown youth
This box of treasures kindly quenching
Thirst for knowledge of the
truth
She
tore the envelope wide open
Pulled the letter from inside
And in the musty attic air
She read it slowly as she cried
It
was a letter full of love
Not written in her father's hand
Addressed "Dear Rosebud" at the top
A letter from another man
It
told of his undying love
And promised her that he would be
Beside her always in this life
And ever through eternity
The
letter was unsigned of course
And barely finished in its haste
The ink was stained with teardrops
Of a love that now had gone to
waste
She'd
had a vision of her mother
Only seen in photographs
And always looking like an angel
Full of love and joyful laughs
And
now the vision had been shattered
Now the truth had been exposed
A letter to a "Rosebud"
And her mother was the lovely
rose
She
took the letter to her father
And through her tears revealed the
truth
Her mother had another love
The mother that she never knew
Her
father tearfully then nodded
Trembling as he read the page
He said sometimes the written word
Reveals the truth from age to
age
He
held her tight and said these words
This secret I already knew
This letter's in your mother's hand
The "Rosebud", darling, it was
you
