TOMORROW, I PROMISED TO...
TOMORROW... by b. Malin
I dedicate this Hub to my Mother...whom I hope is smiling down and remembering...
Tomorrow I promised myself I would clean the house.
Have the kids clean up their rooms, and start my "first novel".
Yes, Tomorrow I'll do that.
Tomorrow I'll assort the basket of clean clothes that's piled high in my bedroom...
Which NEVER seems to decrease.
I find myself HIDING IT every time company comes.
Yes, that will be FIRST on my list TOMORROW.
Tomorrow, maybe I'll call an old friend and meet her for lunch...Nothing fancy, just a salad and some Tea.
And on the way home, I'll stop off and buy some potting soil and transplant some of my root bound plants, that look like they are begging for mercy.
Tomorrow I'll catch up on my mail. I owe my mother a letter. She loves getting mail.
I think a letter from me is more important to her, than actually hearing my voice on the phone...She'll laugh and tell me that's not true, But I know it is.
The assorting of the CLOTHES will have to wait for another day.
I'll write to Mother first thing tomorrow.
Tomorrow came today...
I did write the letter to my mother in the morning, and put it in the mailbox. It went out with today's mail...I can already feel her smiling.
She will have the letter by tomorrow.
It rained today...all day...and it would have been a good day to get a lot done.
But the phone kept ringing...and one conversation lasted THREE HOURS.
A good friend was feeling depressed and needed to talk.
How well I know that feeling...for at times I have felt the same way...And she has always been there for me.
I tried to fold the clothes as I listen, but than I just sat down, poured a cup of tea, and just listened as the rain fell softly from the sky.
Friendship is so important...and in reverse, she would be comforting me.
And there was always Tomorrow... to fold the clothes, piled high on my bed.
