My cousin sent me a picture and asked if I could draft a poem for it. Here it is.
Through the Window
The snow fell silently
On the small quiet town.
As she gazed out her window
There was no one around.
*
She sighed once or twice
As a tear filled her eye.
She held his last letter
Trying hard not to cry.
*
The ta on her desk
Long ago had turned cold.
She was young and alone
With no one to hold.
*
She needed to hear
His soft words of care,
While running his fingers
Through her long, soft, red hair.
*
When his work was all through,
He’d at last head for home,
Vowing never again
Would he ever roam.
*
They would marry and live
In their small quiet town,
And together they’d watch
The snow fall to the ground.
About the Creator
Margaret Brennan
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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