It seems like only moments ago

She was on my knee ~

Or had her head upon my neck

Singing tenderly;

When love had seemed so safe ~ so warm;

No thoughts at all dismayed,

But I remember ~ in regret ~

That was yesterday.





When her face was warm with fever,

No comfort could we find,

Then she crawled upon my lap ~

We sang a long, long time.

I looked to see her fast asleep, but

"Sing more!" is what I heard.

The tender and the humorous ~

She learned every word.





It won't be long, and she'll be back;

Playing at my knee;

Tending potted plants and busy 

With her young life's " busy bee".

I'll not take for granted

Her presence through the day,

I'll hold those precious ~ (things to add) ~

To my "Yesterdays".





©Joan Clifton Costner
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