Yesterday was here Today, and <br /> <br /> Nothing had changed. <br /> <br /> The smells of chicken frying in the pan, <br /> <br /> the steamed rice <br /> <br /> n the clay pots, the warmth of the fire from the fire-wood <br /> <br /> In the <br /> <br /> stone-stove. <br /> <br /> Yesterday was here Today, <br /> <br /> “Nothing changed” it said. <br /> <br /> Had nothing changed? No, <br /> <br /> The sound of water boiling, the smell of <br /> <br /> Chamomile flowers: the tea for my grand-parents. <br /> <br /> And the girl who washed her hair <br /> <br /> With the tea that calmed my grandma’s nerves, <br /> <br /> They were all gone now, all had gone <br /> <br /> and abandoned me. Yet in a time that <br /> <br /> had not <br /> <br /> Changed, <br /> <br /> Yesterday was here Today.<br /><br />Bryan Maldonado<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moment-lost-in-memory/
