Beautiful Yesterdays

Beautiful yesterday

Begins with today

And what we make of what

Soon wisp-whispers away

The mind’s mechanism

Seems to master strange ways

Of turning the common

To beautiful yesterdays

How is it we remember

Yet oh, so forget

In fulfillment, the hunger

Of holes in life’s Let

Where, what runs through moments

Spins, for thought’s soft gaze

A gauzy estrangement

Of beautiful yesterdays

© Janet Martin

"The reason we have 'good, old days', my dad would say when his daughters were caught up in romanticism of bygone eras, "is because of our ability to forget the bad in them."