Penciled Faces Poem by Edwina Reizer

She sat at her window everyday
and watched the world go by.
She was engrossed in seeing so many faces
and she often wondered why?

What was it about their differences
that captivated her so?
It must have been the expressions they wore.
Little did any of them know

that without this daily procession of faces
she would simply be lost.
She sat with pencil and paper
and sketched the faces that crossed.

And they became for her a family
for she was quite alone.
She'd set them up on the walls around her,
the names of them unknown.

So she gave them names for she loved them
and so her family grew.
Pretty soon her walls were filled
with people that she knew.

Years went by. She died in her chair
where she watched the world go by.
And all of her family of faces
were there to watch her die.