A soft word to you my yesterday
A soft word in reply
No tears for my yesterdays
Those we shed were a truth at the time.
Travelled miles in my yesterdays
Today is for home
Been through floods and had accidents
Today is unknown
Written poems and tossed them
Remembering those you rescued
Yesterday poems and todays
Are all that I am
Benita H. Kape © 27.4.2016
I just had to share my second response to call and answer. Perhaps I’m nostalgic for days when the kids were at home and badgering for lunch in town.