Every once in a while I doodle up a poem around the theme of Window Time. You know, those moments when you find yourself gazing through the glass and thinking, dreaming or praying. Here’s the latest.
“I had window time with a Beauty today,
She loves to live and laugh and play,
Her eyes grow wide and stare up high,
‘what’s thaa?’ She asks, looking at the sky.
‘A tree’ I say, ‘with leaves and flowers’
(I can tell this is how she’d spend her hours)
If only life were lived each day
Outside where she could laugh and play.
‘WOW’ says the Beauty to the window clear,
About this world she holds so dear.
She loves the birds and the cricket’s song,
She’d gladly live there all day long
In this precious world within the frame
Of a windows perfect window pane.
If only our eyes could see like theirs,
We might, more oft, relinquish our chairs.”