Things in the attic.

I must get up there. To sort thru them.

I’m almost there, open the attic door.

It’s stuff to the top. What a lot to see.

How exciting for me!

Things in the attic, there must be treasures here!

Why did I save them ? I’m not sure to give my children memories of times

Long long ago.

Here’s something, it must be of value, it says made in Taiwan long long ago.

I’ll put this aside and make sure they get this!

Things in the attic, it is a scary thing.

I see broken toys, and things I know I will need..

Furniture to fix. In-deed, it might be antique.

Things I can’t do without, things I haven’t seen in 10 years.

Will the children want this stuff? I’m not sure?

They won’t want the clutter.

What will I do with it I not sure?

Memories from long long ago.

Maybe the treasure you see, you carry it in your heart.

So close the attic door, and I’ll revisit another day.