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I Had the Best Window

two tall windows at opposing ends
that let all that glorious sunshine in
four sisters each in our corner
up in our open second floor bedroom

the rising sun greeted me each morning
as my bed occupied the east corner
and out my window lived a tall birch tree
so close i could touch it
luscious wispy branches ever swaying
i grew up feeling it watching over me
just like an angel on duty
protecting me through the years

how i loved sitting at my window
setting my dreams afloat like hot air balloons
through the seasons my window was my haven
sitting there dreaming, crying, writing poetry
looking out at the sun, gazing at the moon
i laughed, i sang, i waited and longed
most of all i couldn’t wait to grow up
silly silly girl



Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~LOOKING BACK~ 2023

AP: 2nd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Gentile Avatar
March 19, 2018 at 8:14 AM
I just love this one, Line. I can just feel it!, Though a different circumstance, I also loved to ponder thought a window way up high, Happy Monday xxoo
Gauthier Avatar
March 19, 2018 at 9:12 AM
Happy childhood memories. Thanks for your visit, Mike. Much appreciated.
Kriticos Avatar
March 18, 2018 at 4:45 PM
Very well expressed Line, that is food for thought indeed!
Gauthier Avatar
March 19, 2018 at 9:11 AM
Thank you so much for your lovely visit and comment, Kyle.
Cunningham Avatar
March 18, 2018 at 3:37 PM
Don't they say your childhood years are the best, but at the time all we want to do is be grownups.Dont know if its just me but time just seems to fly by these days. Lovely nostalgic verse Line. Tom
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March 18, 2018 at 4:46 PM
Thanks, Tom. How lucky we are to have had a good childhood to look back on as we get older.
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