Letting Go

The Window A little curly headed girl sits swinging slippered feet on her porcelain throne Across, is a small rectangle window It looks down on her as if it holds her dreams She thinks of far off places and the world beyond wondering what the future holds for her Smiling, fun times this window has seen Giggling girls with bubbles all around Horrors no innocent piece of glass should ever have to encounter Painful mourns from the mouth of babe “Here honey, let’s put Vaseline on it.” Red, sore, itchy, swelling the things no child should endure Secrets kept from the Mommy “love” between daughter and Daddy Memories all held steadfast by the ever faithful window A grown woman with children now sits quietly upon her porcelain throne