Some Tuesday, perhaps, <br />In the late afternoon, <br />Sitting quietly with a cup of tea <br />And a cookie; <br />Or Wednesday, same time or later, <br />You will stir from a nap and see her; <br />You will pick up the phone to call her; <br />You will hear her voice - unexpected advice - <br />And maybe argue. <br />And you will not be frightened, <br />And you will not be sad, <br />And you will not be alone, <br />Not alone at all, <br />And your tears will warm you. <br />But not today, <br />And not tomorrow, <br />And not tomorrow's tomorrow, <br />But some day, <br />Some Tuesday, late in the afternoon, <br />Sitting quietly with a cup of tea <br />And a cookie <br />And you will be yourself again.<br /><br />Lewis Eron<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-will-i-be-myself-again-to-alyssa-whose-mother-s-funeral-was-yesterday/
