Yesterday I could not write.
I could not think or see,
nor could my mind find
a soft place to rest.
Yesterday I could not be loved
for I had none to give.
I could not hold my head high
or sing with a smile.
Yesterday I was sad just thinking of you.
A poem about, you guessed it…..yesterday and the beautiful thing about yesterday is it isn’t today.
Much love and light.
“A life in progress”
I tried to text you and wish you a happy holidays, you must have changed your number.
Hope you have a wonderful thanksgiving with family and friends.
Thank you , no phone these days, just email. Happy holidays to you too.