I sit at the window
A little tired
Life passes me by
A sigh escapes
I look at my hands
Suddenly smaller
I look up, what do I see
My childhood friends
Playing in the sun
Rounders, I believe
A bat in hand
The ball soars high
The sun blinds me
I look away, what do I see
Three girls, dressed in gowns
Getting ready for the ball
Coquettish, eyes brilliant
A corsage at my wrist
Lights of a different place
Music much too loud
I ran away, what did I find
The sun once more
A shy young man on the beach
Strong and kind
A ring on my finger
The cry in the night
A new born babe
I looked down, what did I see
A perfect angel
In my arms
I never looked out
A window again
Instead turned to the one
In my heart
And I soared
To the blue skies
Just dropping by to let you know that i visited your post :) what a wonderful scenery. it makes me smile
ReplyDeleteNinot Ma'am,
ReplyDeleteIt's somewhat a close reflection to one own's life culminating by looking inside where all the yearnings are fulfilled. Beautiful verse!
Hank
I love the ending and the daydream qualities your gave us thorough out~ Yes, really beautiful!
ReplyDeleteyes, beautiful and sweet poem... :)
ReplyDeleteThis brings a little tear to my eye. Beautiful, thank you Ninot.
ReplyDeleteDear Aishah, thank you for the greatest compliment for a writer.
ReplyDeleteWe all secretly wish to move people to tears...