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Window to Yesterday
 

She stands there at the window
A child of two or three
I wonder what she’s thinking
As she’s peering back at me.
 

Her dress is full of ruffles
Adorned with pretty lace
Eyes so wide and trusting
A smile upon her face.
 

I see her gently waving
Her spirit seems to say
Give me just a moment
I’ll come outside to play.
 

I see another figure
A ghost from long ago
She stands there in the window
I know, this can’t be so.
 

Her smile is warm and tender
She waves to me outside
She’s softly blowing kisses
I brush my tears aside.
 

The face looks so familiar
I know this cannot be
The lady is my mother
The little girl was me.  

The End


Author:  Marilyn Ferguson 
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wonderful poetess, who has
given permission for her 
writings to be included on 
the Reflections site.