Memories of yesterday,
You are all I know.
I stand next to you,
Grasping that small hand of yours.
The fog around us clears as we see the past,
The twilight air breezing by fast.

Stepping through the barrier,
It cracks.
A shatter in time,
What is the rhyme?

A never ending song,
A song we sing in joy,
A praise to future days,
What days come for us?
What matter is it that we live or we die?
What memories will be made?

Memories of my past are all I know,
A future of unknown destinies I do not.
What shall become of me?
I can only hope.
I can only pray.


© Hannah McGavran