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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grandma's Treasure Box</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each of us <br>when we reached 14<br>would make the Visit to</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grandmothers house<br>to see what was inside<br>her Treasure Box; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the Family Treasure Box<br>where each year<br>one of us<br>got to see<br>what she had<br>hidden there..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Dad had been; <br>my older brother<br>had been<br>and now it was my turn<br>to see that part of <br>Family History.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one who'd seen<br>could talk of it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one could reveal to anyone<br>what was in Grandma's secret box.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one did.<br>No one would risk<br>Grandmother's upset.<br> <br>She lived beneath <br>the 'L' in Chicago<br>refusing to move<br>and they built<br>the tracks<br>right over her house; <br>each time one passed<br>it rocked her house<br>like rolling thunder; <br>Varoom, clacky clack<br>another one<br>going by.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Stubborn was not the word<br>for Grandmother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She still wrote letters<br>30 years later<br>to every Mayor<br>complaining about the<br>tracks and the trains<br>saying she wanted them torn down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every month a letter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grandmother never<br>gave up; <br>never forgot; <br>fierce in her loves<br>fierce about her neighborhood<br>fierce about things which displeasured her<br>fierce about family<br>fierce about everything.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sat with her, <br>apron on: <br>she served me pie.<br>'Sonny' she said<br>now you at the age<br>where you need to<br>learn grown-up things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like your Dad and brother<br>your turn now come<br>to see what drives <br>this family; <br>our family heirloom so to speak.<br>You'll see now.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As you grow up<br>you hear people talking about it<br>but we are the only family that<br>has it in our treasure box.<br>Lot's want it<br>but we the only one's<br>that has it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She walked me up her tiny<br>narrow stair case to the attic<br>my head spinning, <br>wondering what it could be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What did we have in our family<br>that the whole world wanted? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The treasure box was small; <br>a faded gold color<br>with a hand-carved lid<br>covered by Grandma's<br>liver-spotted hand<br>which shook in the dim<br>light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She shifted the box, <br>opening it with a tiny key<br>smiling faintly<br>her eyes moistening<br>as a sliver of sunlight<br>reflected into the opening box<br>and I could just begin to <br>see what was inside.<br>'There it is'<br>she said<br>'What is it? ' I said, <br>staring at a piece of cloth; <br>satin sheen<br>with a lace border.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Every since your great <br>grandmother got<br>it has been the luck of this family<br>and so people's all over the<br>world hear about but<br>we the only one's who got it.<br>'What is it? <br>Your great great grandmother's; <br>cut from her mother's wedding dress<br>and from that day<br>this families' luck changed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I looked at her eyes<br>looking for an answer there.<br>'Grandma what is it? <br>You heard of the Silver Lining'<br>Yes, I said.<br>Well this family has the only one.<br>It is the Silver Lining from your great, great, <br>grandmothers wedding dress.<br>Grandma had it<br>and she believed it had saved our family<br>all these years.<br>'I took it out when<br>your mother had her cancer<br>and she got better<br>and it took away her pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took it out when your younger brother<br>had his accident, and he lived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I took it out when your grandfather went to war<br>and he came home safe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I take it out when ever this family needs things.<br>It is our Silver Lining.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now you must never speak<br>or tell what is in the treasure box<br>or it will break the spell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I never did to this day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Today I have the Treasure Box<br>waiting for my child<br>to have a chance to see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grandma's gone<br>leaving behind her Silver Lining<br>for the rest of us.<br>And on some days<br>I do take it out<br>when things look<br>like they might go bad.<br>Just for luck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Everyone<br>is always<br>looking for a Silver Lining<br>and some luck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the Grandmothers<br>gave us ours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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when we reached 14
would make the Visit to

Grandmothers house
to see what was inside
her Treasure Box; 

the Family Treasure Box
where each year
one of us
got to see
what she had
hidden there..

My Dad had been; 
my older brother
had ..."></div>
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