She stands there at the window A child of two or three I wonder what she's thinking As she's peering back at me. Her dress is full of ruffles Adorned with pretty lace Eyes so wide and trusting A smile upon her face. I see her gently waving Her spirit seems to say Give me just a moment I'll come outside to play. I see another figure A ghost from long ago She stands there in the window I know, this can't be so. Her smile is warm and tender She waves to me outside She's softly blowing kisses I brush my tears aside. The face looks so familiar I know this cannot be The lady is my mother The little girl was me. ©Marilyn Ferguson 2003 Used With Permission All Rights Reserved By Author Mail Website

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