Yesterday is where my memory of her begins,
when I first saw her, still so young.
Love was delayed, but not denied;
in that home, a first love was unknown.
Only later did I understand
that I had entered God's horizon.
And today is the tomorrow
that began yesterday.
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rrodriguez (
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Your last stanza explains it all. Nicely done
Thank you! I worked on this poem quite a bit, and this is what I came up with. Reflecting on our forty-four years of marriage and that first encounter brought back a flood of memories.
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