This morning would not be like
tomorrow...
everything would be different
I would still wake alone
but, have no one to wake
no one to kiss goodbye
no reminder of an sport bag
or lunch forgotten
I will wake up
knowing they love and miss me
and my gentle voice
knowing that love protects me
of this sorrow
At that moment
tomorrow...
I would feel alone
but I know I belong
and that my love protects them
This morning may not feel the same
tomorrow...
without the kiss or goodbye
but that is only tomorrow...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I must make this suggestion. It was my reaction. This is a beautiful poem and would be well read at a memorial of a loved one but the two lines (sport bag, lunch) could be altered to fit the one being remembered. Lovely, thank you, H