Hello to all,

I am in search of a poem that was published in a magazine in 1963. The title is "Sometime" and the author is unknown to me, perhaps anonymous. I don't recall the signature line. Can anyone help me locate this poem?

First stanza...
Last night my darling as you slept,
I watched a place nearby.
Then bending down I kissed your brow
for oh I loved you so.
You are too young to know it now but
sometime you should know.

I'm sure I've met that one, and I thought it was on e-mule as part of a discussion on poems about newborn children, with particular reference to grandchildren. However, the nearest I can get is:

A Poem for Emily
Miller Williams

Small fact and fingers and farthest one from me,
a hand's width and two generations away,
in this still present I am fifty-three.
You are not yet a full day.

When I am sixty-three, when you are ten,
and you are neither closer nor as far,
your arms will fill with what you know by then,
the arithmetic and love we do and are.

When I by blood and luck am eighty-six
and you are someplace else and thirty-three
believing in sex and god and politics
with children who look not at all like me,

sometime I know you will have read them this
so they will know I love them and say so
and love their mother. Child, whatever is
is always or never was. Long ago,

a day I watched awhile beside your bed,
I wrote this down, a thing that might be kept
awhile, to tell you what I would have said
when you were who knows what and I was dead
which is I stood and loved you while you slept.

* * * *

Perhaps that will jog someone else's memory

this is so old - but somehow I am back to it ...

the poem quoted always - I mean always - makes me want to cry, for some reason
but the one Lori was looking for ( found by now, I hope) is :

Sometime
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)

Last night, my darling, as you slept,
I thought I heard you sigh,
And to your little crib I crept,
And watched a space thereby;
Then, bending down, I kissed your brow —
For, oh! I love you so —
You are too young to know it now,
But sometime you shall know.
Some time, when, in a darkened place
Where others come to weep,
Your eyes shall see a weary face
Calm in eternal sleep;
The speechless lips, the wrinkled brow,
The patient smile may show —
You are too young to know it now,
But sometime you shall know.

Look backward, then, into the years,
And see me here to-night —
See, O my darling! how my tears
Are falling as I write;
And feel once more upon your brow
The kiss of long ago —
You are too young to know it now,
But sometime you shall know.

Nice catch!