Outside My Window

Outside My Window I sit on Dad's heavenly bed as I pen this write The mournful heart looks outside The window which for the moment is mine I view with his eyes and the heart inflates The orchard is blooming ready for fruiting, but The hedges look wild while lawn's not mowed His cane chair is empty while mother is beside The newspaper lies folded on the tea-tray with specs The tangerines in pots dangling near to death None to tell my brooding dear mother 'Preserve them in bottles before the season is out'. FOURTH Balveen Cheema September 12, 2015 Contest: Outside My Window Sponsor: Bev Smith