My darling son you've given me
Many years of joy.
You lie there and I think to myself
There he is, my boy.
Your eyes are shut, your head is rested gently on the pillow.
As you drift off, I wonder what
Lies ahead for tomorrow.
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I wonder what Lies ahead for tomorrow. yes we all think of what comes now after all that we have done and achieved. very nice poem. short and sweet. than k you dear poetess. tony