Yesterday
I met good fighters
Smelled the blessed coffee filters
Heard his unborn heart a-thumpin’
Felt like all’s on track

Today
I caught the petals open
Smelled of spring – ah, she’s a-comin’
Felt the warmth of sunlit fingers
Pressing on my back

It’s true
I’ve not had that much practice
Anticipating future gladness
But as Tomorrow bodes its hope
I learn to hone joy’s craft