Understanding

You see a small figure, Sitting by the window, Just waiting for someone, Just looking out the window, You hear a sigh, And see a tear trickle, Down a weathered face, Feeling strangely propelled, Toward the figure, You stand quietly, Until she knows of your presence, She smiles a wilted smile, As if disappointed in who is Standing beside her, She says in a low voice, '' I thought maybe it was...'' She looks out the window, With a far away look, Then she reaches out, And squeezes your hand, You sit down and listen, As she begins to tell you stories, She has a sparkle in her eyes, Sitting by the window, She was waiting for someone, To listen and be with her, Someone understanding.