Emma

I don’t know who she is, though we pass near every day And, if I asked her for her name, I wonder what she’d say Tomorrow…no, today. Yes… tomorrow is the day When I’ll finally bump into her and ask her for her name I’d better grab a latte while I think the words to say, “Hello, my name is”…no… that’s probably not the way The weather… yes, the weather. “It sure is a lovely day” Standing in line behind me, I heard an angel suddenly say, “Hi. Hey, don’t I know you? Yah, I see you every day” “My name is Emma”. And… I don’t know what to say