Mementos Of The Past Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A little wooden stepladder held on to through the years,
filled with memories of a grandmother as she used it to
reach shelves beyond her grasp and sight.
Painted many times throughout the years, memories of it
being red once and also green.
Nothing can compare with the images glued within a mind's
eyes.
Preciously guarded, carefully kept - and beautiful -
ready to pass down the line of loving relatives -
perfectly poised in space and time.
Once it was a mother's and was utilized as a plant stand -
a wonderful idea!
Going quickly through the years, memories seem to stand
still as they are watched, silently growing before us in
beauty and priceless value.
Savoring the richness of all the memories by gazing upon
a memento of a loved one's past is poetical and beneficial.