Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

[the mad mare]

Given the sombre mood of the site at the moment, I think we are all sitting at home pondering the fragility (is that a word?) of life and what's important.  At any given stage of our life, all we really have is the past, the present and the future.  What we do with each of those stages is up to us ...

We all think we have the rest of our lives to do (.....whatever you want .....), but I think one of the most important things I realised when I was diagnosed with cancer, is that we won't always have next year, next month or tomorrow, so if there's something you want to do, do it today.


Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow
by Kym

Our lives are a scrapbook of Yesterdays,
a necklace of pearls stretched through time.
Each day is a small shining bubble filled
with memories, both sad and sublime.

Each Yesterday though, will escape us and run,
like sand runs through hands spread apart.
Remember and treasure each Yesterday well,
and keep them tucked safe in your heart.

Today is your chance now to make a new start -
to open a shining new door.
You can walk the same path that you walked Yesterday,
or follow your heart and find more.

Grab on to Today and take hold of this chance,
to be who you want most to be.
Reach higher, try harder and live life some more,
dream bigger and set your soul free.

Enjoy life Today and the lessons you learn -
be it joy or success, rage or sorrow.
The lessons you’re learning will give you the strength
and the knowledge you need for Tomorrow.

Tomorrow’s a riddle without any clues.
It’s a gift we unwrap each sun’s rise -
an exciting adventure we wake to each morn.
Every day brings a brand new surprise.

It’s a secret that life enjoys keeping from us
‘til the moment we most need to know.
Tomorrow’s a dream that we hold in our heart,
and we pray that we’ll bask in its glow.

Yes, Tomorrow’s elusive - won’t always be there.
So you see, it’s not ours - we just borrow.
We hope there’s another great day still ahead,
so look forward to every Tomorrow!

The memories of Yesterday - keep in your heart.
Love the miracle we call Today.
Keep hope for Tomorrow - the mystery it brings,
and cherish your three special days.




All the best to you all.  If you have a dream, make it happen. 

 

[tomchap]

Thanks for that Kym,

We only have today to work/live with, but hopefully, in our memories we can find those things to give us a lift. But even so, some are weighed down with disappointments, and need encouragement.

I sometimes think that life is like a book. We don't know what's over the page, or even how many pages are left to go.

(I'm not sure if this post will lift spirits or not, but maybe it will start things moving again.)

Tom.

[Irene]

Kym
Thank you for posting such an appropriate poem.

Like both you and Tom said, we don't know what the future has in store, or how many tomorrows we have, so now may be the time to re-think our priorities.

When our daughter ruptured her spleen at 13yrs of age, I suddenly realised how easily we could have lost her, and had a big re-think about what was important in life. However, you do tend to eventually drift back to getting too tied up in work, and unimportant matters, and so, we need to be reminded sometimes to 'make our dreams happen!'

Lovely poem, and wonderful advice.

IRene

[the mad mare]

I'm sorry everyone, if I gave you the idea I was still sick with cancer!!!  My CT scan last month showed that both of the cancers had disappeared, so I guess I'm all clear.  I still don't have a lot of hair and wear a scarf so I don't scare people, but otherwise I'm OK.  thank you to those who contacted me concerned, but all is well! 

The reason I put the poem on, was because it wasn't until I was diagnosed that I suddenly realised - we're all gunna die one day!  My first thought was, I don't have time to die, there's so much stuff I haven't done yet ... and my second thought was, who's going to look after my children?  I actually said to the doctor, "I don't have time for cancer.  I'll come back in a couple weeks and deal with it then".  I guess my point is - appreciate the time we have, because we don't know how much we have.

Funny story - I started working as a teacher aide at a primary school last week, and the older grades look at my scarf but don't say anything, while the little grades just come up and say the funniest stuff.  One little fellow in grade 2 gave me the double-thumbs-up and said "Hey!  I like your head thing!".  Another little bloke asked me when I was going to stop wearing the butterflies (the pattern on the material) because he couldn't wait to see what my hair looked like.  A little girl asked me why I wore the scarf and I told her because I didn't have much hair, and she shrugged her shoulders and said "Just don't cut it so short!".  Simple, isn't it?

So, don't be scared of people who have cancer.  We still want to be talked to like normal people and don't want to be avoided.  We know people are uncomfortable because they just don't know what to say or do, but just treat us like ... normal!

OK, lecture over, at ease ....

See ya',

Kym.

[r. magnay]

I didn't read it that you were still crook Kym, but I am glad to hear that you have it beaten at this stage, I wouldn't worry about the hair, mine is falling out too, I don't think I have cancer though.

[James]

Thanks G/D Kym for the messages you have sent, they could not have been done better and I think they say what we are thinking. I liked the story of the little ones about your head scarfe,  James

[zondrae]

onya Kym,

Thanks for the update. I have been concerned. We lost someone close to us just last year. Also my husband says he feel like he is waiting for the other shoe to drop. He is 6 years clear.  End topic.

Aren't kids just the best. I worked as an aide for a few years with Aboriginal children at Tabulam. Each one stole my heart in a different way. My niece had a boy last Wednesday weighing 4lb 7oz and 7 weeks early. He is healthy but tiny. She lost one last year at 22 wks preg. So sad then but healing with the new bub.

[the grey]

Goodonya Kym.  Love to see you  and 

My dear old dad always reckoned his balding was due to the fact that the brains kept pushing the hair out.   

I just wear my old Weatherby


Merv