Wasn’t it just yesterday

that Mom boiled the old hen

and made chicken and dumplin’s,

and we used our fine fountain pens

while Daddy did his smokin’?

Wasn’t  it just yesterday

that the doughboys came back from war,

and we took the Superchief

(because, of course, we were not “poor”)

that had art in bas-relief?

My life seemed all disarrayed

when faced with being drafted;

only to become more complicated

when I, my career, crafted.

(my plans were truly alembicated)

Wasn’t it just yesterday

that I muddled though being a father;

only to be too quickly graduated

to the obscure position of Grandfather?

My basic needs are now accommodated.

But REALLY,

Wasn’t it just yesterday?

I hold my memories dearly,

and slowly slip asleep.