Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Walking Milo, my trusty rescue pup, brings many joys and very occasionally sadness.
He decides daily at the bottom of our stairs, ” Do we go left or right?”
If we go left, around the corner we always greet the very, very elderly gentleman at Number 21
Immaculately dressed complete with blue blazer, polished shoes and a cap he always greets us cheerily – our voices echoing in the morning mists.
Like us, he’s up with the dawn, gently tending his plants, in particular his magnificent 
Yesterday-Today-Tomorrow bush
In spring, I always hope Milo takes the “left road”, for the air is sweet with 
Number 21’s intoxicating plant.
For Yesterday it was but an ordinary bush 
Today an explosion of purple, blue and white
And Tomorrow, a mere bruised memory of a glorious past.
This morning, for the first time in weeks Milo turned left.
I was not prepared for the demolition that greeted me at Number 21.
For all that remains of yesterday’s dawn friendship 
is a floor and two walls ….
…. one with the remains of Damask wallpaper – the living room I am guessing.
Thank goodness I made every yesterday something of value ….
For I was not prepared for the sadness that is today ….
But I am comforted to know that every Spring that is tomorrow
Will be a happy memory of Number 21
and his 
Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow.
© 2012 Francesca Muir 

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  • Robert Geiss October 19, 2012   Reply →

    Wonderful colours. Can't remember being twenty-one 😉 Please have a good Friday.

  • BELINDA KLEIN October 19, 2012   Reply →

    Oh Frannie, this is your most eloquent post yet.
    This one touched something in me more than your post on Peggy and the beautiful relationship with her wild bird.
    Thankyou for sharing your Yesterdays, Today's and Tommorow's with me.
    Belinda x

  • Francesca Muir October 19, 2012   Reply →

    Me neither Robert! Have a great weekend.

  • Francesca Muir October 19, 2012   Reply →

    Thank you Belinda – his passing really affected me – not only the loss of the friendship but the harsh reality that a precious home and garden where he had lived and cherished for more than 70 years could so easily just be "no more". To build what I wonder? Thank you F xx

  • Mum March 10, 2013   Reply →

    I missed this one sorry – eloquent indeed and so touching. Love

  • Francesca Muir March 29, 2016   Reply →

    Thank you xx

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