Looking In


On the outside looking in

This is where her life begins

Wanting what she sees inside

It’s not the things, though they are nice

Not even warmth from the night

The yellow glow from the window spreads

Good feelings for the life ahead

Those who dwell inside you see

Live a life of harmony

There is no anger in those walls

No need to hide when darkness falls

As the night turns into day

Those inside begin to play

She says a prayer down deep inside

That this, their home, she may reside

Forgive her when she stops to stare

For in your window the hearts laid bare

Never has she hoped to be

A part of a home where love is free



But It Is

It’s not the way he holds her

How he pets her hair

The way he looks her in the eyes

Pretends he doesn’t care

The little grin

His smiling eyes

The little things he shares

Takes her hand

Walks by her side

The kisses that impair

There isn’t any single thing

That proves he is her love

She would tell you

It’s so much more

When really it’s just enough



42 years reduced to a few boxes

Three children

Two marriages

Too many memories to count



In dusty basements

Do you mourn the loss of things

Or the passing of time

Memories behind the cobwebs of denial


Surrounding old with new

Praying nothing happens

Just a few items

Physical proof of a life lived

Special only to the one who holds on

Carried from place to place

A security blanket of hope

Pieces of an old story

Patched into a new one

Anticipation of a brighter tale