We promised each other the little
things – for tomorrow.
Prayed for lottery wins
when first steps passed us by.
Baby laughs and chuckles from
some other room.
Days slipped by with death
around the corner – thoughts
that death was for the old
not for the young.
Waiting for the next pay
cheque - the next weekend -
anxiety scurrying through
minds like starlings trapped
in the loft.
We promised each other the little
things for tomorrow
while birds sang in other
trees - in other skies.
