You will return.
I will see your smile again.
We will get to hug.
I will feel your arms holding me tight.
I will feel love.
I hope to hear you whisper three words of truth and love into my ear.
You being gone, someday is only a dream. So, someday may never come.
I’ll run away
Find what’s meant for me
Not now in May
I’ll live my dream
It'll be better than to you it might seem
Bet stood at the kitchen sink with a greasy, chipped plate in one hand and a dripping cloth in the other, allowing herself to breathe for a moment and rest her eyes on the golden orange lining of the clouds as the sun slipped behind city rooftops and out of view. The untidy red braid she had carefully secured with pins that morning had begun to slip out of place and sweat caused by standing over a steaming sink of water and rushing about the kitchen made her long for a bath. Two more hours before she could go home. Her lips formed a single, mute word; the same word she had been repeating to herself since she was a child.
The matron who seemed to inspect and notice the smallest pauses or the slightest mistakes in work had left the kitchen with a bustling of skirts to go and tend to some other small duty and Abby, the chef’s aid, had given a slight smile to Bet as she put on her hat and coat and left for home. “You can manage?” she’d called back a little guiltily over her shoulder as she opened the back door, allowing the refreshing evening air to sweep through the hot kitchen. “Yes, I can manage,” Bet had responded cheerfully, returning the smile. “You go on home.”
Now the kitchen was empty of others, at least for this moment. She let the cloth slip from her soapy hand and lifted a finger to the window where perspiration from her heavy breaths and the steam had gathered. Hesitant lest the matron should come back and find her daydreaming, she wrote the word on it. Her word.
Bet sighed. Someday she would leave the grimy little hospital kitchen. Someday she would find someone of her own to look after, to cook for at night, and she would no longer mind. Someday she would fall in love - it seemed she had been dreaming for years and years - she would carve her name alongside his in the oak that grew close to the river of her hometown and they would go boating down there. They would have icecreams from the little corner shop and dance to the songs they loved, she would feel her hand safe in his, give her best smile each and every day for him. What is your fear, Bet? she would ask herself. And what is your dream? The answer was always the same. Someday. Everything she hoped for, everything she was afraid of, the adventure and romance, were contained in that sweet someday. Even if it never came - at least it made work less monotonous, gave her some slight relief during the day and at night when she couldn’t sleep. Please, God, she whispered silently. Please.
“Bet! What’s gotten into you?”
The harsh voice of the matron broke through the girl’s reverie and reminded her of where she was. With one swift movement of her hand she wiped the word along with the remaining perspiration from the window. Pursed her lips and swallowed her tears.
One Day, Someday
When you call me,
I will answer,
When you ask me,
I'll say I'm busy,
When you hang up,
Because that was my last chance,
To be with you,
But remembering childhood,
Is not easy,
All those days you were too busy for me,
I grew up just like you,
I try to shut away the tears,
But they build up from so many years without them,
I pick up the phone to call you back,
But throw it across the room instead,
Sorries and forgiveness are too hard,
Maybe one day,
We will meet again,
And I will forgive you.
Someday, I'll sing for you,
underneath a sky so blue
I'll sing about all the moments we had,
and the times when we were happy and sad
Someday, I'll fly together with you,
above the bridge that we tried so hard to pass through
We'll explore the high seas,
allowing the wind to carry us as it please
Someday, I'll laugh with you,
about memorable times, and things we'll do
I'll tease you, and joke around,
in a place that's safe and sound
Someday, I'll walk with you,
to a place who knows were to
I'll hold your hand while you grasp onto mine,
and we'll head off to a place to dine
And then, someday, when I feel so free,
I'll go to a place where no one could foresee
Where I can be normal, and just as happy
A great place as my finale
#poems #poetry #poem
Fluffy Pink Cloud
the things I plan for the perfect timing
in a fluffy pink cloud
that will never come true.
Someday I will write again,
Someday I will take that trip.
Someday I will do that thing.
That thing you put on the back burner.
When is someday that day?
Dont wait too long.
Dont live with regrets.
Pursue those dreams and ambitions.
Get out of your comfort zone.
Look to the future.
Plan that trip.
Pursue that dream.
Follow your heart.
Buy the property.
Dream of the small cottage or cabin.
Do what makes you happy.
Sometimes the change is scary.
Sometimes the path is long.
Someday is just a future date.
Someday will come.
Dreams never die.
Someday Isn’t Today
Someday the world will be a peacefull place, where anyone can walk the streets without fear engulfing them.
Someday people will be friendly, no one will kill or taunt, people will be friends.
Someday no one will rule. No one would be above another. Not one person would look down to others.
Maybe that someday can be hundereds of years in the future, but I can garantee that someday will never happen someday.
Some day you will stand with me
and be an American who is proud and free
You will see that I am just like you
that we don't all hate- just a small few
I struggle in life just the same
and have no where to place the blame.
I cry, you cry- and we all laugh too
we are all just human- we have no clue.
To hate each other is just so dumb
We will hate and hate until our insides are numb.
Instead come join me and grab my hand
we will fight together- it will be so grand!
#someday #poetry #challenge