"reflections of the Season's Tomorrows"

Reflections of the Season’s Tomorrows Wondering how long before tomorrow. Watching the door every time someone passed. Trembling hands reached out for a moments joy. Her rosy cheeks and eyes were now faded. Weeping, sitting in her room, she looked around. Her aged heart had been for children waiting. Ever since they left, she had been waiting. Promising, they said, “We’ll come tomorrow.” Reflections of the seasons shone around. But in her heart lived pain as each day passed. Her memories and delights, now, somehow faded. As youngsters they had been her only joy. Too much time gone; she could not feel their joy. So many of her days spent hoping, waiting. Her utmost fear was that their love had faded. She thought that there would not be a tomorrow. The sparkles in her eyes had all but passed. She spent each lonesome day dazed, looking around. Suddenly, they were there, children all around! For the first time in years, she regained her joy – One by one, she hugged them; loving glimpses passed. The time had come for which she had been waiting. Her dream arrived; at last it was tomorrow. Pain that she had felt forgivingly faded. Thankfully, love for them had not faded. Her gleaming eyes sent adoration around. All thanked God above for this new tomorrow. Grandchildren bounced balloons squealing with joy. It happened on a day she wasn’t waiting. One by one, the children kissed her as they passed. Each caring look joined reality; time passed. Her fragile squeeze showed them love had not faded Although she had been tirelessly waiting, There is happiness with family around. She knew, for the first time in some years, joy! Reflected gleams sparkled on her tomorrow. Too fast, the moments passed; holiday lights faded There was no more waiting; loved ones came around. Love redeemed joy, each today and tomorrow. © November 19, 2010 Dane Smith-Johnsen