It was a Sunday
A normal Sunday
A boring Sunday 
I went to the attic 
My grandmother's attic 
A dusty attic
I looked for a box
A wooden box
A box with my name
I'd done this before
Come up here before 
Held this box before 
The box had my name 
Eloise is my name 
I looked at my name 
Did I have the courage 
The courage to open 
The courage to open the box
I sat there for a while
Staring at the box
I cracked open the lid 
and peeked inside 
And inside I saw
A folded piece of paper
And a well-loved bear
I unfolded the paper 
It was a letter 
from my favorite aunt 
An aunt that had died 
Three long years ago 
It's funny how such little things
Can make you smile