"Tomorrow"
...what happens on a Sunday afternoon
Tomorrow will be quiet.
The children will be gone,
And the dog will doze
In the afternoon sun,
Awaiting their return.
I will lie with you then,
And let the wind sing on our bodies,
Let the trees shed one more leaf till fall,
Let the lawnmower stand idle
And the neighbors wonder.
Let them wonder,
But they know—
They know of our Sundays together.
From the book, “Common Bits Of Life,” by Yael Eylat-Tanaka
(copyrighted 2007)
see http://YaelEylatTanaka.com
imagineering
...marvelous…!!!
it seems that you achieve simplicity with enormous effort..!!!
AmbrosiaPalette
Thank you, “Imagineering.” Yes, the poem is simple, but it didn’t take enormous effort, just the truth.