Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow.
This daily mantra
gives him strength to continue.
Though his task is in the here and now,
his hands work for the future;
a dream that he holds
secretly
in his heart and mind.
A dream he gently touches
as he kneels in silent prayer by his
sleeping children in the dark.
Wiping tears, he says,
Tomorrow.



Notes:
An entry for December 2 of "A Poem A Day Contest"  [E]
Prompt(s): Prompt 2 - Write a poem from the perspective of a sweatshop labor worker and Prompt 3 - Write a Fox Septet Poem. This poem has 13 lines with a structure of 3/5/7/9/7/5/3/5/7/9/7/5/3. Rhyme is not required.

Thank you for taking time to read my words. I would appreciate it if you took a moment and left a comment. Your reaction, impressions, criticisms, - yes, even encouragement or praise - are all equally welcome.

Ken