It was just yesterday when she felt the breezes from Lakeside Ballroom,
dreamed of Frank Sinatra,
gave her heart,
smelled the youth of her children,
broke her heart,
and trusted her heart again…
It was just today when the wind brushed her skirt,
she hoped and twirled like a little girl.

(This is the short version of my mom’s story. Some will wear their heart on their sleeve, I painted hers on her jacket.)