The Other Side of Tomorrow
On the other side of tomorrow,
In a land that's yet to be.
Lies a lovely woodland meadow,
With all creatures running free.
It's here we'll find the pets we've lost,
To fate and all fate brings.
Illness, age, misfortune:
Such sad and loathsome things.
There's never painful memories
In this land beyond today.
They wait for us in happiness,
Not gone, but just away.
They look for us to come to them,
To know our voice once more.
To hear our footsteps on the path,
Our hand upon the door.
And all shall be at peace with them
And with us . . just as well;
In the land beyond tomorrow,
Pets we've loved, but lost, now dwell.
© 2015 Diane Lefebvre
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