I Gaze Out

I gaze out my childhood window…

To the backyard on the side of

The house.

Everything is rich and green…

All our pets are buried there…

The rabbit, hamsters and dog.

I see a tree swing my dad hung…

I remember swinging free and feeling

The fresh air smells of summer and fall…

Playing with my brother and God.

Time to go in for dinner

Not a care in the world.

Now as a mother I understand…

All the meals, worries and hopes a day can bring…

And i want to swing.

I dream of gazing out my childhood window

Anytime i wish i can…

I go through the window

With our son.

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