She loves to look at old things
And remember times gone by;
A rhinestone pin, a filled dance card,
Or Grandpa's bow tie.
Old photographs, a handkerchief,
Love letters tied with lace,
A cameo, old holy cards,
The lines of Grandma's face.
And after dreaming for awhile
And them walking away.
Memories will grace her mind
Throughout her busy day.
The loved ones gone, the fun they had,
The seeds they planted then,
For them to enjoy time after time
As they bloom again and again.