Published on Jul 28, 2012
Copyright Glenn Thomas, 1996. Used with permission.
Read by Ray C. Anderson
Without a name; an unseen face and knowing not your time nor place
Tomorrow's Child, though yet unborn, I met you first last Tuesday morn.
A wise friend introduced us two, and through his shining point of view
I saw a day which you would see; A day for you, and not for me.
Knowing you has changed my thinking for I never had an inkling
That perhaps the things I do might someday, somehow, threaten you.
Tomorrow's Child, my daughter-son I'm afraid I've just begun
To think of you and of your good, Though always having known I should.
Begin I will to weigh the cost of what I squander; what is lost
If ever I forget that you will someday come to live here too.
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