His Window (poem)
He stares through window at the world he made
Aglow with all the time that he spent there
Each flower joins the thankful serenade
To one whose heart made time to show his care
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The roses that he planted are in bloom
And nesting birds are singing in his trees
Amidst the dew a rainbow shows its plume
As ballerinas dance amid the breeze
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Through his window life puts on a show
It calls to him this father of this all
It calls to him from whom it got its glow
And if he’s gone each moment they’ll recall
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It’s then they saw his lonely window close
And no one cared and no one even cried
Who was this stranger only heaven knows
Who shed a final smile before he died
