Sunday, November 4, 2007


Children grow up and leave the nest. And the mother bird must cry.

Is it tomorrow yet?
You'd ask me each day
"No little one, it isn't"
I'd laughingly say
And I'd feel quite content
And safe all the same
Because it was a known fact
That tomorrow never came.

When your birthday or Christmas
Was drawing so near
You'd ask me "How soon?"
And I'd say, "Tomorrow, dear."
Then when the day came
I'd smile when you'd say
"What happen to tomorrow
When now is today?"

But one day I awoke
And found that you'd grown.
you were leaving me now
For a world of your own.
The laughter I once knew
turned suddenly to fear
As I realized at last
My tomorrow was now here.

(C)1981 by Margaret C. Arvanitis
Please give credit if you pass this on.

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