A memory drifts through time,
I was perched on the window sill, longing,
waiting for health to release me from this
prison ~ longing, waiting, to be able to go
outside, to enjoy the games my friends
were entangled in ~ watching, listening,
to their delighted laughter and squeals of
joy ~ the fond memory drifts through time,
winding it's way through my heart, I feel
the warmth, I embrace it's place, and I
recall with love the windowsill ~
at grandmothers house.
