Tomorrow.

July 19th, 2011

It all felt particularly hard that day. I lay flattened by the weight of it all, buried with barely a pulse – until a whisper brushed by my ear, barely audible as doubt and disbelief smothered each word…

“The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There’ll be sun! “

Yet, it was the most beautiful whisper an 8yr old could sing. Practicing quietly for a role she didn’t believe she could do, “Annie”. Thinking nobody was listening she continued…

”When I’m stuck a day
That’s gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh!”

But soon the whisper grew wings of belief and her voice flew into song. The words brushed me off, picked me up and reminded me there is always more…

”The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
‘Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You’re always
A day
A way!”

And before I knew it, my little girl’s courage had grabbed me by both hands and swung me high into the air, beyond doubt’s grasp and into the world where tomorrow’s possibilities fly.

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  1. Margaret says:

    Beautifully and sensitively written as always Meg. Yu draw inspiration from the day to day that surrounds you, and translate it into something inspirational, xx
     

  2. Ree Varcoe says:

    How wonderful life seems, when those beautiful little moments happen just when we need it most. And from your own daughter! Even more special.

    And don’t we all love that song?

    Thanks for sharing ;-)