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Show 186 MADELYN CANNON STEWART SILVER Aunt Annie inherited from her mother a small tin trunk, which she in turn left to Madelyn. In it Sarah Mousley Cannon had kept homespun and a faded rose, letters from abroad, and other memorabilia. Madelyn wrote the following poem, which was also worth keeping. LITTLE TIN TRUNK Oh little tin trunk in the garret gray, My grandmother's little tin trunk, It's many a tale you could tell today, Under the rafters stowed away, For you've seen much that you might betray, You battered old tin trunk! There's a tale of homespun smooth and white, Sacheted with lavender; There's a faded rose, And a tiny shoe- Then this memory goes, And an owner new, My mother, has come to carry you far, To fill you with new delightOld letters bound with scarlet strings, And strange, odd-smelling foreign things. Oh little tin trunk, now I am here, You're mine, oh little tin trunk! And I'm to add to your contents dear; But all I have yet for my journey here Is a wee little, gay little song of cheer; Will that please you, little tin trunk? However humbly Madelyn offers the poem, it is evidence that she realized that her poetic gift was one of her genuine pleasures. As in other poems she had written, she had cast around for the right colors and images and in this way had stocked her poetic palette. v On June 2, 1948, Madelyn and Harold went to Europe on a |
