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Treasures
by Mike Biggar
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Mrs. Hannah seemed old back when I was a child
We lived in her house by the railroad tracks
My father would take me along with the rent cheque
For hot tea and cookies in her tiny, dark flat
I can remember the red velvet curtains
A porcelain doll with its yellowing lace
Tattered silk slippers and classical music
Faded old photographs from brighter days
When I was thirteen we moved out to the suburbs
I got my first job throwing papers at doors
Dad worked for the mill & my mom at an office
My brother stocked shelves at the grocery store
And the treasures lie right before our eyes
But we pass them by so easily
One Christmas not long after I got my license
For any excuse I would take out the car
Dad called Mrs. Hannah but there was no answer
I offered to drive in, it wasn't too far
We made up a plate and wrapped it in foil
In hopes it would stay warm until I arrived
I parked out on King Street across from her building
It started to snow as I ducked inside
She looked near to 90 and tiny as ever
As she opened the door with a frail, wrinkled smile
She remembered my name - said I looked like my father
And asked if I'd visit with her for awhile
She tasted the dinner then pulled out the pictures
And started a story that turned into more
How she loved the opera, had met Pavarotti
Been married, divorced, lost her son in the war
It was 10:45 when she started to tire
She laughed as I hugged her and bid her goodnight
"You made my Christmas' she said so sincerely
But to tell you the truth - Mrs. Hannah made mine
And the treasures lie right before our eyes
But we pass them by so easily
I'll always remember the red velvet curtains
The porcelain doll with her yellowing lace
Tattered silk slippers and classical music
Faded old photographs from brighter days
Mrs. Hannah seemed old back when I was a child
We lived in her house by the railroad tracks
My father would take me along with the rent cheque
For hot tea and cookies in her tiny, dark flat
I can remember the red velvet curtains
A porcelain doll with its yellowing lace
Tattered silk slippers and classical music
Faded old photographs from brighter days
When I was thirteen we moved out to the suburbs
I got my first job throwing papers at doors
Dad worked for the mill & my mom at an office
My brother stocked shelves at the grocery store
And the treasures lie right before our eyes
But we pass them by so easily
One Christmas not long after I got my license
For any excuse I would take out the car
Dad called Mrs. Hannah but there was no answer
I offered to drive in, it wasn't too far
We made up a plate and wrapped it in foil
In hopes it would stay warm until I arrived
I parked out on King Street across from her building
It started to snow as I ducked inside
She looked near to 90 and tiny as ever
As she opened the door with a frail, wrinkled smile
She remembered my name - said I looked like my father
And asked if I'd visit with her for awhile
She tasted the dinner then pulled out the pictures
And started a story that turned into more
How she loved the opera, had met Pavarotti
Been married, divorced, lost her son in the war
It was 10:45 when she started to tire
She laughed as I hugged her and bid her goodnight
"You made my Christmas' she said so sincerely
But to tell you the truth - Mrs. Hannah made mine
And the treasures lie right before our eyes
But we pass them by so easily
I'll always remember the red velvet curtains
The porcelain doll with her yellowing lace
Tattered silk slippers and classical music
Faded old photographs from brighter days
