Exploring the Attic (Haiku Verses) by Susie Field
Hidden out of sight It’s just a tattered sketchpad I turn the pages. Faded over time The words barely visible Descriptions unclear. Who are these people? Perhaps family members Or maybe just friends. I stare, she stares back From the last and final page. Watching and waiting. Her quiet beauty Could never be disputed Though troubled and sad. “Who are you?” I ask “What secrets can you tell me?” Moments you’ve treasured.” She cannot answer Her stories remain untold The memories trapped. I touch her pale face Dark eyes now dancing with life Their magic shines through. My hands are shaking Yet she watches undeterred It slips from my grasp. I know I must leave Yet she beckons me closer. I feel her presence. I cannot explain It’s just a tattered sketchpad Old and forgotten. " Old Notebook " by Eric__I_E is licensed under CC BY 2.0 .