When does tomorrow begin?
Yesterday was just a memory
Today feels empty so I wish it away
Tomorrow, where are you?

History is filled in yesterdays
Births, embraces, shared love and pain
Good days, bad times, today it rains

Like the pieces in a lovely quilt
Scraps from memories tucked away
Some are vivid and vibrant, filled with joy
Others are dark and sad, always overcome

Pieces now laid out before me
Forming photos in my mind, a recall of time
The placement of each scrap a memory
Placed along my heart to touch

One by one they are assembled
Perhaps quickly, as the need arises
The quilt is growing with each passing day
Yesterdays, tomorrows, again and again

Today is almost gone, yet it too will fade
When will tomorrow begin?
Will it be filled with dreams unfulfilled
Or shall I wish it away as so many others

When tonight I sleep will I awake?
Or will tomorrow never come