I wish tomorrow never came Tomorrow came, but I was not ready for the unexplained Nor will I ever be Pappy had just told me the night before,” Bob, tomorrow When you get home from school, and I come home from work We will go hunting” I loved to hunt with pappy, “Bob, don’t fidget so much, you’re spooking the squirrels” Nor could I stop Tomorrow came, but with it sudden and horrific change The doctors tried, as did the clergy, but all was a lie… The last time I saw pappy, he was being carried out on a stretcher The last time I talked with pappy, he said, “Bob, tomorrow we will go hunting” Now I see, As tomorrow’s go; they always bring with them the unexplained
Sandie
By writing your poem you have expressed your long-held grief for how it felt that day when hunting didn't happen.
Ron