A little bit of Poetry

I think I've kept a journal since I could write.  Spiral notebooks, slips of paper, books with weird 70's artwork.  Some are thoughts and some are poems.  Some are ramblings.  Thought I'd share a poem today.

Tomorrow

All my failures
    He sees beyond
All my sorrows
    He understands
The tears I've cried, He's cried too.
The disappointment, He has felt.


To love me then,
To love  me now,
It takes a miracle.


But He sees me not then
And He sees me not now
He sees me as I will be Tomorrow. 

October 14, 1987

Kimberly Kay Wilson (Beach)