• JangleforPeace

Waiting for Tomorrow to Come

Blanket snow

Covered rolling hill country

Puffy white cloud

Dotted the skyline nestled in a

Blanket of blue


Scottish dykes lined

Narrow lanes

Odd stones

Meticulously laid

Generations ago


We wove through

Country lanes

Quiet

Empty lanes

Discretely


Packed for

A week

I won't be back

Until I have

A lawyer


My last words

As I had pulled away

If only I'd known


Waiting for Tomorrow to Come

I still live in hope

One day my young bairn

Would be returned

That her voice and laughter

Would again cross the yard


So long ago now

Memories some fading

But still in my heart

I will always be

Waiting for her


Waiting for Tomorrow to Come


by HOD




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