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 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Website Website Mail Read more of Joan's poetry here.














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