Two Poems on a Theme

1. At the Window

Light-bedazzled little girl

fairy-like

perched before the window sill

mommy-like,

mimicking the ritual.

Helping hands as time stands still,

in spite

of how quickly she'll be gone ~

and there will be many more windows

to look out upon.

Frozen so, in the white light:

That little girl

(forever mine),

growing up

at the window.

2. Windows

Brilliant white light

streaming in ~

The world outside,

the world

within.

We are all reaching

or

standing still,

some may backwards tread.

But I am one

who prefers to reach

and believe in

Light

instead.

* Inspired by a friend's daughter: Hazel, age 4 ~ cheerfully helping her mommy clean house