IT happened yesterday inside her mind
But no one seems to understand as threads of past unwind
They see she has forgotten years between
And doubt her certain clarity of one specific scene

A photograph is captured in her eyes
And plagues her fondly, teasing with its sepia entrance
But colourless it conjures no disguise
In truth, the golden tints alone the memory enhance

Three sisters stand in adolescent pose
Like paper dolls they link at even points or so it seems
A hint of autumn gathered up in bows
And lustrous eyes with implication for a young man’s dreams

Their innocence was but a camera’s lie
Yet who remains to know the truth as one by one they die?
An ancient with no reason to deceive?
The lines upon her face provide a truth their eyes believe

It happened yesterday inside her mind
But no one seems to understand as threads of past unwind
They see she has forgotten years between
So doubt her certain clarity of one specific scene

Her recollection’s oft times hit or miss
And ears are deaf to those who with conviction reminisce.
She knows it is the sweetest irony
That God has granted time to reinvent her history