
We keep saying
Our turn will come…
One day.
We’ll get to have
More time together…
One day.
Our days of adventuring
And traveling and living…
They’re coming…
Some day.
Soon.
It feels like it’s been years
Of waiting…
Of hoping and praying
That one day
Is just around
The next bend.
But truth be told,
I don’t know
How many days
I even have left.
Afterall, there’s no cure
For the cancer
That stole, not one,
But both of my breasts…
I keep worrying
About what if …
Just around
The next bend,
I’m out of ‘one-days’
And it’s the beginning
Of my end.
I feel desperate
And impatient
For that one-day,
That some-day
Kind of living –
Because we’re all here
Together … now.
But we won’t all be ….
One day.
-Tanielle Childers ©️ 9.5.25





