Getting Better

My yesterdays have come and gone.

Photos, scrapbooks and my maternal heart

carry the best of the memories.

Tomorrow is said to hold the

promise of something better. But after

{almost} fifty-one years of yesterdays spent

{too often} living for that promise,

I'm actually getting pretty good at

this 'living in the moment' thing 

people talk about. I ask you,

"What could be better than that?"