The Girl And The Window Poem by Denis Martindale

The downstairs' room seemed empty when Susie found it so,
A flower pot was there to see and something she could grow.
She loved that opportunity and couldn't then say no…
What kind of flower would it be? Yet waiting was so slow.

She placed it on the window there… and watched its tiny form.
So tenderly, with utmost care, for sunshine kept it warm.
The outside weather stayed quite fair, no snow, no hail, no storm.
For Spring had come, fresh hope to share, with gentleness the norm.

The little flower grew and grew quite sturdy for a while
And then, what else could Susie do, but smile and smile and smile?
And though its petals looked so few, at least they could beguile.
So delicate, since they were new, so dainty and fragile.

So Susie moved the flower pot to let it cool once more,
Content that she had done a lot, that day and days before.
And once she chose her sleeping spot, she had to snooze and snore.
Until she woke, then up she got and stood upon the floor.

‘I've got to leave you on your own! I'll say goodbye for now!
Tomorrow I'll come back alone! Just try your best somehow! '
And Jesus smiled upon His Throne, His blessing to allow!
On seeing her plant fully grown, she praised God and said, ‘WOW! '


Denis Martindale. August 2020.