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From her Window
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Across the narrow room
the pane high above the bed
tall-framed lens upon the world
her world, then and now

a husband's hand first led her here
caressed her through the nights
waved daily from the curb down below

By that same willow, as he left for work
twilights here she nursed babies' croup
coached toddlers' sleep with song
once shivered by this familiar view

As widowhood rapped below
by this same bed lamp she'd often watch
frost patterns as she'd wait
her adolescent son gone out too long

On ventures tearing at her heart
here her youngest daughter feigned bride
dancing white curtain tiers round her face

Breaths of years later the real wedding staged
her actual departure

The frail hand traces calendar squares
on the wall of her hollow room

She listens for no-one's steps to advance
there are none to leave, none to return

Only her own

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Submitted: Friday, May 17, 2002

Last Updated: Friday, May 17, 2002

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