The Window

Today i saw your face in the window it was me when i focused on the image you have given me the best of all memories the color fades from the picture that i hold in my hands the corners are withered so are my insides if given the chance to hear your voice the emotions ill walk past this window once or twice a day to see your face as i do when i look out onto the rain the angels crying ive gotten this far since the lord took you home ill get even farther when i look in the window im thirty now as when you left i was fifteen believe me when i see the reflection its not hard for this man to say sadly i miss my father this boy sometimes misses daddy