Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-05-07
Tomorrow Come
Today
BY WINIFRED BLACK.

Over in the broad field the mead
ow lark whistled like merry
hearted little boy calling to his be-
loved vagabond the dog who fol-
lows him by day and by night step
for step, and breath for breath.
Follow me-" whistled the lark
high and clear Follow me, for
where I am is spring" And the
Little Boy ran and shouted and
whirled round and round with pure
delight. And the sister, who ought
to be little and who isn't little at
all, any more, jumped over fences
and hung from low limbs of ac-
commodating trees, and broke sup
pie whips of willow. and was fairy
princess riding a milk white steed,
and then she was a circus rider in
gorgeous skirty coats. and then she
was a great queen and held her
nose high in the air. and then she
was a runaway colt and whinnied
and kicked up her heels and no one
said, "Oh, oh, Little Girl, your knees
are showing every minute
And when the sun began to sink
the Little Boy crept close to his
Mother on one side. and the sister,
who ought to be little, crept close
to her mother on the other side,
and they all sat down on a fallen
log and watched the glory of the
Western skies. And they spoke no
more. neither laughed nor sang,
and when it was time to go the
Little Boy leaned close to his
Mother again and whispered:
Mother. I'm glad this was tomor-
row, aren't you?"
Yes" said the Little Bows
Mother-and she was very glad it
was tomorrow right then and there.
Tomorrow. the glorious tomorrow,
the hopeful tomorrow of joy and
kindness. and of light hearted and
simple love of living and all that
living means.
Il might have said that it was
today" said the Little Boys
Mother. as the three walked home-
ward in the soft Spring twilight.
81 might have said to the Little
Boy, Tomorrow has not come yet,
my son'-and it would have been
true. too-if had said so.
I'm glad I didnt-arent you,
Little Grip"
And the sister, who ought to be
little, smiled the strange nvste-
rious smile she has when she looks
as if she heard sweet music and
could not tell where it came from.
or exactly what it meant but only
that it was sweet and soothing.
and as yet-far away
Yes" she said. Mother am
very glad" so all the three were
very glad together.
And in the evening, when the
stars were out and the new moon
looked down from the edge of a
feathery cloud. the Little Bows
Mother sat and looked at the moon
and at the stars and at the float
ing clouds and wished and wished
after the fashion she had followed
when she was little and had trou-
Bile waiting for tomorrows. and
some days that never came.
Star light, star bright said the
Little Boys Mother. 'hrst star I've
seen tonight; wish I may, wish
might have the wish I wish to-
night" and she raised her two fore
fingers in a sort of Invocation that
goes with the old rhyme to make it
mean anything.
Wish I may, wish I might" and
what do you think she wished there
in the light of the stars and the
young moon of April?
Z wish" she said softly, that
all the tomorrows of delight and
hope and joy may turn into todays
for the whole race of US. just as
this today turned into glorious to-
morrow for the happy three Of US"
And on the soft air of the Spring
night a gentle fragrance seemed to
rise like sigh of mild content,
and all at once she saw again the
smile Of the Little Girl as if she
heard sweet music far away.