Yesteryear-a poem

The memories of yesteryear

Are vivid in my mind.

I carry them through every day

They age with me like wine.

I drink from them to celebrate

The moments that I have.

Then cling to them on all the times

I can’t get past the sad.

And though my life without you is

Still hard to understand,

The times I fall onto my knees—

I swear I feel your hand.

You lift me up, reminding me

That I know how to breathe.

For I am proof that you can live,

And still find time to grieve.

Retm