Yesterday

Memories from a turned page,
twirls around then disrupts change.
Holds tightly to what has been,
hesitates, does not begin.

Memories from a turned page,
keeps minds in a golden cage.
Dances to a yesterday,
blurs visions for better ways.

Memories from a turned page,
transports to a younger age.
Sing sad songs made of regrets,
echoes sorrowful duets.

Memories from a turned page,
can no longer rearrange.
Releases all captured dust,
so clear visions can adjust.

Memories from a turned page,
have no place center of stage.
Hopeful hands build tomorrow,
form clear paths light hearts follow.

Memories from a turned page,
should be burned, smudged with white sage.
Disappear along with time,
to fall off with every climb.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on October 25, 2021

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  1. your repeating line is so lovely, Grace.
    beautifully expressed.

    “Memories from a turned page,
    should be burned, smudged with white sage”
    🤍

  2. Memories light the corners of my mind…sorry Grace, I had my Barbra Streisand moment there. 🎶 Your poem is so nostalgic and beautifully orchestrated my dear. 😊✍🏼🤗

      1. Oh girl, thanks for bringing out a most nostalgic moment in time that I frequently visit. You painted such a vivid picture with your words my dear. 🥰💖🤗

  3. Memories shape who we are, connecting us to cherished times and lessons learned. Whether joyful or bittersweet. You always bring the best verses dearesr Grace ❤

  4. “Hopeful hands build tomorrow”…what a comfort this line is! 💞💞💞 There are many memories I’d like to see burned/gone/disappear….but without them, would I be who I am today?

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