Helen Cooper
10-17-2007, 11:29 PM
As I stepped across the threshold of a local antique store,
I felt I took a journey back in time,
Of the many treasures noticed as I strolled about the floor,
One was a lovely rocking chair of pine.
I wondered at the memories this beauty could impart,
The grandmother with knitting in her lap,
Or mother with her baby cuddled close against her heart,
Or grandpa for an after dinner nap.
Then propped against the wall, two bamboo fishing poles stood
For dad and son to take out to the lake,
And next cooking utensils, some of metal, some of wood
For mom to teach her daughter how to bake.
So as I gathered memories in the antique store that day
I wondered if my guesses were all true,
Now if you want to take a time trip back to another way,
Go antiquing and let memories come to you.
I felt I took a journey back in time,
Of the many treasures noticed as I strolled about the floor,
One was a lovely rocking chair of pine.
I wondered at the memories this beauty could impart,
The grandmother with knitting in her lap,
Or mother with her baby cuddled close against her heart,
Or grandpa for an after dinner nap.
Then propped against the wall, two bamboo fishing poles stood
For dad and son to take out to the lake,
And next cooking utensils, some of metal, some of wood
For mom to teach her daughter how to bake.
So as I gathered memories in the antique store that day
I wondered if my guesses were all true,
Now if you want to take a time trip back to another way,
Go antiquing and let memories come to you.