The Woman In the Window

Can you see the woman in the window? She basks in the glow of the moment, donning a princess pink gown with a train of angel white. Nervous tears of joy stream down her vibrant face streaking her blushing cheeks a pallad hue of shadow blue. Can you see the woman in the window? She bathes in the light of renewed hope dressed in a large billowing top with teddy bears adorning the front. The sudden thrust of an innocent kick forces her to clutch her swollen belly, and a tender smile fades to a wince as motherhood pains begin to quicken. Can you see the woman in the window? she soaks in the brutality of the moment clothed in a torn cotton gown with crimson streaks down the front Like a doll thrown to the floor, she lay broken against the window her head twisted slightly askew with finger bruises around her neck. Her battered terror ravaged face pressed against a cracked window pain, like some macabre masterpiece. Two crystal blue eyes frozen in fear now free from the hands of oppression surrender a horrible unspoken truth. Huddled next to the cold lifeless body, a tiny teary-eyed little girl clutches a frail banded hand, and loudly whimpers the words: Mommy! Please wake up! Have you seen a woman in the window? Will she be there tomorrow...?