Tomorrow
I will pass the torch to tomorrow
I will stand in the rain with an umbrella
I will follow what generations have told me
I will take what I have and run with it
My legacy is my poetry and my grand kids
Owen and Evie will become writers
I will have started that spark within their young minds
Tomorrow will be
A World unto itself
For today's goodness speaks
Like a singing bell on the face of dawn.
Anita Schiffman Holzberg
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