Tomorrow
I may spend more time with you,
if the world slows down
and lets me through.
Then I might take your hand
and we'll walk on the beach
and play in the sand
And if not tomorrow
then the next day or two
we'll have that tea party
I promised you.
And if things just happen to get in the way
we'll plan for this weekend
as our special day.

With the passage of time
a promise is lost.
Little hearts broken
at such a great cost.
Memories branded
inside the soul.
An inner child
that may never be whole.
Please cherish the child
they grow up to fast
today's broken promise
could well be your last.




Written by:
Mary Dougherty


Poetry and Prose
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