What Tomorrow Brings

It had been a long time since she had peeked Into the future using the tea leaves, Happy to accept what each day wreaked, Aware that foreknowing oft deceives. Into the future using the tea leaves, One morn she accidentally looked; Aware that foreknowing oft deceives, The cup sitting unwashed as she cooked. One morn she accidentally looked, Across the sink and down the insides, The cup sitting unwashed as she cooked, Eager to share each secret it hides. Across the sink and down the insides, New grandchildren she saw in the cup, Eager to share the secrets it hides, Whispering the dame ought to wise-up. New grandchildren she saw in the cup, Many happy weeks and sad days too, Whispering the dame ought to wise-up; For the years she had left were few. Many happy weeks and sad days too, She smiled and gave the cup a rinse, For the years she had left were few, Past cares completed, few fears to evince. She smiled and gave the cup a rinse, Happy to accept what each day wreaked; Past cares completed, few fears to evince, It had been a long time since she had peeked. 2/6/2017