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The Window Sill

April 17, 2014

helen midgley

Window sill

Look through the window,

Into a miniature world,

Collected mementoes,

And stories unfurled,

A church with a steeple,

And windows so bright,

A house, a rocking chair,

A fence painted white,

A candle that’s wrapped,

In silver filigree,

With flowers and vines,

That twist beautifully,

And a lantern that holds,

A scented tea light,

With wick that is scorched,

As it burns in the night,

And a gilded gold frame,

That holds a child’s face,

The smile of a young girl,

With eyes full of grace,

There’s a vase and a pebble,

A china figurine,

All miniature memories,

To be loved and be seen.

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