Someday Sunday

Someday Sunday Someday came on Sunday for little Billy Jones. Born with such a sickness that started in his bones. He used to love to smile as he watched his friends play. He'd look up to his mommy and say I'll walk someday. Instead no matter where they went he'd say “Look over there!” The next place they would go pushing Billy in his chair. Life's not always easy sometimes there's tears we cry. But when someday came Last Sunday Little Billy did not die. Billy told his mom I love you and I'll see you again. Then Billy when to heaven and he ran just like the wind. In honor of his memory and the courage he had shone. The someday that was Sunday is memorialized in stone. Edwin C Hofert