Pink Yesterdays

How can it be that when I bent to kiss you goodnight,

my daughter, a beautiful young woman lay where

only yesterday a little girl had been?

When did the barrettes and ponytail ribbons

of birthday party days give way to the

styling comb and make-up mirrior of

Saturday night dates?

Was it not only yesterday,

crayons of all colors laid upon the table

where now bottles of nail polish rest?

How can it be the buggy you filled with

so many dolls has been pushed aside and

now suitcases are filled instead?

Did you ever know the finger you

wrapped me around was tied right

to my heart?

It seems as though the ink has just

dried on the pages of your baby book

and here we are laughing over

pages in your year book.

How did the ballet slippers of a little girl

become the high heels of a young woman

on her way?

Such a little while ago you cried,

"Mommy, I'm scared" and now you whisper,

"Mom, don't worry, I'll be fine."

When did the teddy bear you hugged all night

become the photo of someone you've

chosen for life?

How can it be the smell of baby powder turned instead

into the scent of perfume,

The giggles of a little girl became the tears of a teen,

and the roses tiny fingers picked were

treasured like the petals of a prom bouquet?

Wasn't it only yesterday ruffles and

tea parties coloured my world pink

and today a new address and a good-bye kiss

stain my world blue?

How did it happen so quickly?

And then I stop to realize all my golden tomorrows

will bask in the memories of pink yesterdays.

Thank you, Lord, for pink yesterdays.

~Alice Collins~

Midi is Memories