. . . S O M E D A Y . . . "Someday"...she softly whispered, Then tucked away her dreams; Leaving them under her pillow, Like fragile lacy things. Left to rest there for the day, While she goes to face the world; Nestled sweetly in her bed, Like angel wings unfurled. "Someday when the time is right"... She whispers with a smile; "I'll unwrap all my pretty dreams, But not yet for a while." "I'll leave them wrapped in ribbon, Pale pink roses --- bits of lace; I'll keep them where no one can see, His handsome, smiling face." "Someday"...she whispers in the night "I'll unwrap those dreams so dear; For now I'll keep them in my heart, 'Til I can hold him near." Allison Chambers Coxsey ©1996 ~ All Rights Reserved