Through the Window

by Audrey LeBlanc

As Mom watches out the window

I wonder what she sees

Sometimes she watches smiling

Like she sees Dad’s face

Through the glass

I get up quickly and rush

To the back door

Thinking his tour is over at last

But he’s not there

And Mom quickly looks away…

Sometimes I catch her

When she thinks we

Are all watching T.V.

She gazing out that window

Her eyes look sad and far away

I look through the glass

She just smiles at me

I just see outside

I don’t see what she sees

I think she is looking at memories

I squeeze her hand gently

She brushes a stray tear away

From her cheek and

She pulls her gaze

Away from the window

Until next time...