Yesterday's Yesterday

yesterday’s yesterday

has passed so quickly

and though it seems

I could simply reach

from today to the day before

 

yesterday’s yesterday is gone

with her shining eyes

and her little girl giggle

and today, I can only wonder

 

yesterday’s yesterday

she fell in love with

a dark haired boy

waving goodbye

as he went to war

 

welcoming home

cradling a tiny babe

who would someday

give birth to my own

series of todays and yesterdays

 

yesterday’s yesterday

is filled with stories

of a life lived in hope

and in despair

determination and sorrow

joy and contentment

and today that voice

lies silent, the stories

being slowly forgotten

 

yesterday’s yesterday

is still precious

cradled in my hands and heart

memories that were not

first mine to hold

passed down as heirlooms

treasures carried

from beyond my reach

 

and I will cradle each one

in my heart and hands

until the appointed time

has come to pass them

into the hands of

bright eyed, laughing girls

and dark haired, gentle boys

who will carry them on

into tomorrow’s tomorrow