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LOOKING THROUGH THE WINDOW
Placed by the window in her wheelchair every day,
She eagerly watched children go off to school or play,
A kind of empty longing filled those eyes of grey,
She would join them when she was better one day.
In winter she did watch them build a snowman,
To build it where she could see it was their plan,
It was right by the bird feeder, they’d land on his nose
Balancing on the carrot with their tiny claw toes .
In spring she watched the flowers blossom on the trees,
Watched the petals fall with the blowing of the breeze,
In summer she was in the garden sitting there
Feeling the freshness of the warm summer air.
The children would toss a ball so she could join the fun,
One would push her around in the circle to see who won
A silly game of stop on the penny, the joy that came
To a dying child getting weaker just to be part of a game.
Then came the fall with it’s colours glowing and bright,
The child by the window in her chair was a rare sight,
She begged her parents to place her by the window one day,
She would watch one more time all the children at play.
A strange thing happened she also ran outside to play
She clapped her hand and skipped on that day,
She never did again return to her small wheel chair
Because only her dead body was sitting there.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson November 1, 2002
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