Today she saw Tomorrow,
she adjusted the focus
on her binoculars,
stood with feet apart, hand on hip,
peering toward a future
only she could see,
where a grandmother hugged
without fear,
as tears streamed
for all the days she’d been alone,
where a family gathered near
for a long-delayed wedding,
then danced with abandon
late into the starry night,
where a loved one’s passing
became a delayed remembrance,
with treasured folks present
to celebrate a life well-lived,
where glowing embers
from a roaring campfire
illuminated the smiling faces
of reunited friends,
whose rekindled dreams
found tender, promising roots,
Today she saw Tomorrow,
where a touch, a hug,
a kiss on the cheek,
once a distant memory,
existed again,
Today she saw Tomorrow,
a perfectly normal,
tomorrow kind of day,
where everything,
and somehow nothing,
was as it used to be.
Photo of Haddon taken by her mother, Eliza Ingram
Just Poetry and Prose 
I read this beautiful poem, my eyes filling, before seeing the photo of valiant Haddon. Then the photo made the words doubly wonderful. Such hope from poem and photo. Today she saw the Future!
Thank you, Judy! She did, indeed, see the future. It’s not too far off now. The photo elicited such hope in me. I’m glad you felt the same. xoxo
This poem speaks to each of us with a vision of our post-pandemic future. Wonderful words and the perfect photo to capture the mood. Love it!
Thanks, Maureen! We are getting closer to a future we long for. xoxo
Thank you, Rita, for these as always inspiring words.
Thank you! I am grateful for your kind words.