Looking through a window
where time had stopped
I see my mother calling
Calling for me
to see where I had been
I see myself run to her
I feel a sense of shock
I shout for them
to look at the window
I see their disbelief
as they look right at me
Then they disappear
right in front of me
Right up until her death
My mother would always talk
of a ghost at the window
that looked just like me
Captivating - and haunting - I like this poem... and I'm unsettled by it.
Hello Dave this is a wonderful poem i have been reading your poems and enjoying them very much you write about what you observe some of your poems are heart rending Thank you for reading my poem and your kind words
A moment in time frozen in the mind with a window enveloping the memories of mother linking a powerful ending very original and moving...regards
Right up until her death My mother would always talk of a ghost at the window that looked just like me... WOW
Oh my dear how fantastic is that this piece of work? this window is a metaphor and symbol, make this poem superb, this indirect way of writing make your poem very poetic and strong, congratulation 10/10
wonderfully written, and memorable. And the title is perfect. I think a lot of folks can see themselves in your words here. A fine penning.
A Window of Time, what a beautiful poem on mother no more and her memories. I feel glad I read it. I rate it high.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Right up until her death My mother would always talk of a ghost at the window that looked just like me. a sense of mystery......... the boy running to mum..... mum telling of a ghost...... it is very interesting to read this and think.. thank you. tony