"Yesterday is worth a million to me..."

She walked outside and made her way down towards the hen house. She recalled that big ole red rooster a few other chickens and a couple cows walked across the field of her mind. She saw him standing in the door of the house but he had already crossed the river. She began digging in the flowers thinking of spring though the chill of fall had set in, but with each dirty flower bulb she could already see the bloom. She heard the children swinging from the tree she heard them call for 'Mama!' tho she was as alone as she could be....there comes a time when today ain't worth a dime....but yesterday ...yesterday is worth a million to me.... 
--Written by: T. Vandiver Adams, photo: Tasha Tudor, and taken from Kimberly Wright at Appalachian Americans