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From my perch on the fence,
I watched the little lambs at play.
Curly coats clean and pearly white,
In the warm sunshine.
I watched the little lambs
…Yesterday…when I was five.

In bobby socks and saddle shoes,
We danced to Glenn Miller’s “In the Mood.”
When the juke box played “Sentimental Journey”
We slow-danced cheek to cheek.
So tender, so young
….Yesterday….when I was sixteen.

My gait is slow, my eyes are dimmed.
Names and faces
Of all my yesterdays
Through the mists of time
Haunt my todays.
…Yesterday…Yesterday.. I was young.

 

Margaret Hall Simpson
June 2019


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