I wrote this during Sacrament Meeting. It's a poem about hope.
"Tomorrow"
Yesterday,
I touched a rose
Blooming in the sun.
Yesterday,
I felt the sun,
Shining in the sky.
Yesterday,
I saw the sky
Clear as water's spring.
Yesterday,
It was spring
A happy, bright new world.
Yesterday,
I held the world
And you inside my arms.
Now today,
Winter's come
Mother nature's bitter shun.
Today,
The sky was overcast
The emptiness inside me vast.
Today,
I lost a loved one
Just like the golden sun.
Today,
You took the chance
And left without a backward glance.
Today,
I am all alone
With a broken heart you once called home.
But tonight,
As I watched you go,
I realized that, for me, there's still hope.
That tomorrow,
When spring reappears,
I will touch a rose
Blooming in the sun...
© Copyright 2010 Jillian Suzann Newell
