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
Please
visit Marilyn's site on
the above
link. Marilyn is a
wonderful
poetess, who has
given permission
for her
writings
to be included on
the Reflections
site.
