It seems like yesterday
that I traveled to Russia to adopt my daughter.
I can remember that special time in Russia, the sights, the people
in vivid color.
It seems like yesterday that I brought her home
and began the journey of single parent.
Yes, like yesterday.
It seems like yesterday that I traveled to Russia to adopt my youngest daughter.
Memories of a fairyland winter in Kostroma come to mind.
And I began the journey of single parenting two.
Challenges and shining moments galore
But always sensing that I am not alone.
It seems like yesterday that I stood before my first class of first graders
knees knocking, hands shaking
feeling so inadequate and unprepared
slowly growing in confidence.
The One Who called gave me all that I needed to meet every challenge along the way.
Yes, it seems like yesterday
that I began to write.
First a poem here, a short story there
discovering my voice
and learning to write.
It seems like yesterday that I won an award for a poem I had written in seventh grade
but many, many years were to follow where I only wrote in my journals.
And it seems like yesterday that I sold an article and realized that I was a writer.
Called to write
Challenged to write
Carried as I write
For I am never alone.
It seems like yesterday that I wrote that page that is now yellowed with age
With a coffee stain on it.
Time flies as quickly as puddles dry
Leaving no mark and only a memory
But deep within my soul all those memories are making me who I am today.
Does it seem like yesterday to you too?
Are there moments you cherish and altar building times you hold close?
Let each one encourage you today
For today will be like yesterday
This is so soulful, Sharon. I loved the imagery and sincerity of it. I can so relate, I had my first poem published when I was 69, and sometimes I wonder what took me so long. Thank you for allowing us to see into your heart.
Thank you, Nells, for feeling my heart in this. I wrote it with tears and a lump in my throat. We can never go back but must cherish the moments as we go forward. I’m so blessed to know you as my friend.
Loved your post. And especially this poem. Yes, it does seem like yesterday so many times. What a gift God gives us when we can take our memories and carefully fold them away. And anytime we need a lift we can go to the closets of our mind and find them there, well preserved.
Yes, Anne. It’s like having a treasure deep within that keeps blessing through the years. I’m so glad that you enjoyed this post. Blessings always, my friend. Thank you for leaving a comment. 🙂