. . . 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."
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