Thursday, September 22, 2011

A poem I wrote when my Little J was a baby

Tomorrow Will Be Another Day


One to another they talk and they sing,

at bedtime they plant a wonderful dream.

Goodnight to the sky, to the stars up above,

Dream of heaven, God and of love.

Goodnight to all the little boys and girls they will say,

Tomorrow will be another day.




In the morning, they will whisper sweet praises.

Good day to the earth! Good day to you!

Smell the new day! Dance with the dew!

Look at the forget-me-nots and daffodils.

Pick up the dirt and open your sails.

Bag the sand and the seashells.

Ride on a bird wing and sit on a swing.



 
Tell me of those who worked hard with their hands,

stories of mountains and rivers and land.

Your day is done, your heart complete.

Soon it is time…are you ready to sleep?



One to another they talk and they sing,

tonight as they lay, they say wonderful things.

Good night to the elders of wisdom and peace,

Good night, to kind neighbors and friends that we meet,

Good night, to those whose example did set

And to those of you, we haven’t met yet.

Good night to the man that gave all that he could,

And those who did what they should.

Goodnight to all the little boys and girls they say,

"Tomorrow will be another day."


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