Hundreds of them
Hit me like a ton of bricks
When they come to the forefront
How I long for them
Grandparents, friends, lost loves
The old mall that is torn down
That old hatchback wagon
And classic songs…….
They all have a story attached to them
At least I can go back and play them
And long some more
What is it about yesterdays?
That they can do no wrong
Am I that biased?
Or were they really that perfect?
Why are they so much better than the todays and tomorrows of the world?
Will today (tomorrow’s yesterdays) hold that special place in my heart?