Tomorrow, Maybe Tomorrow

Sitting alone, staring out the window
Recalling the days from so long ago
All she has now, are the memories that remain
From the days when visitors still came
Sharing stories, while sipping a cup of tea
And nibbling little biscuits, sweet as could be
The voices that once filled the room,
Died and gone like flowers after a full bloom
She pulls back the faded curtains to see
The old tire swing that still hangs in the tree
How the young ones did love that old thing
Hours of fun, and enjoyment it did bring
Swinging high, pretending to touch a big white cloud
"Look! Look at me!", they would shout out loud
She peers to the left, her gaze falling on the rockers there
Sitting on the porch, empty, long forgotten, in need of repair
She remembers how her and Pa used to sit there for hours
Talking about this and that, and looking at the bed of flowers
Each week Pa would go out and lovingly cut her a bouquet
"Pretty they are, but not as pretty as you", he would say
The days are now lonely, only memories she has for company
Pa now gone, and all the kids grown with lives that are so busy
Many good friends now passed on too, others can't get around
She says a prayer, as the sun begins to set, for time to be found
In the busy lives of her family and the families of her friends
Tomorrow, Maybe tomorrow, they will visit before another day ends

 ~Breezey~
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