My Trauma has a name its: Yesterday

Yesterday, seems so long ago, but truth be told its in the past where it won't last. Now I know what to do to get rid of memories that were buried in the snow.

We go on a vacation to make new memories of people we love

The sun is rising its red, yellow, orange, with a flying dove.

We cannot bury the past but, we can put it in a suitcase

let it be placed with a fire cracker and then its erased.

Tomorrow is filled with opportunity we search and search

We finally find thee answer we are looking for near a Birch Tree.

We go far into the future and we do see

All of us marching in Victory!