Reflections from a Window

                                                                                                                          

Dear House,


You watch from your concrete cradle
Peeking behind pink and purple hues
Stoic and steady


You digest the laughter and the tears
Holding onto their echos
While smiling back


From within the goings on outside are visible
The fanfare:  Small legs carry sandaled feet
Back and forth across the pavement. 
An innocent and happy dance.


A longing lurches up from deep inside
Isolated and melancholy.  Unexpected.
A cry calls out, beckoning from beyond
Quietly I obey, heeding its edict


We are alike, you and I
Sharing the same palate
The same memories
A comfortable confinement
An idyllic immurement

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