THE WINDOW

WHEN I WAS 5 I STARED THROUGH MY WINDOW AT THE RAINDROPS AND SUNSHINE

WHICH DECIDED MY PLAY TIME

AS A TEENAGER I LOOKED THROUGH MY WINDOW AT THE BOY

WHO LIVED OPPOSITE AND HIS NEW BIKE TOY

WHEN I WAS 28 I GLANCED THROUGH MY WINDOW

TO KEEP AN EYE ON MY BABY IN HIS PRAM

BECAUSE I WAS HIS MAM

WHEN I WAS 48 I SAW THROUGH MY WINDOW MY SON NOW A MAN

PLAYING BASKETBALL

AND HE STOOD TALL

AT 68 I THOUGHT THROUGH MY WINDOW THAT ANOTHER SEASON HAD PASSED BY

BUT I DID NOT CRY

AS AN OLD LADY I SEE THROUGH MY WINDOW THAT MY ROSES GROW

AND MY GARDEN WILL LIVE ON I KNOW

I NO LONGER AM SITTING BY MY WINDOW

AND SOMEONE ELSE LOOKS OUT

BECAUSE I HAD TO GO

LIFE IS SEEN THROUGH THE WINDOW OF THE WORLD

AND YOUR EXISTENCE UNFURLS

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