She watches through her window pane,
As others pass below.
As clouds above release their rain,
And people scatter to and fro.
Pressing her face against the frame,
Fogging up the glass.
A little girl without a name,
Just a tiny little lass.
Down the block, she sees his face,
And a smile suddenly appears.
Then down the stairs she starts to race,
Her smile banishing the tears.
11/08/10 Alton Texas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem