He sits there and watches me, <br />Tear stained cheeks pressed against the window, <br />Swollen eyes fallowing my trail, <br />I flash a smile in his direction and only then, <br />does he turn and cast his piercing stare in another direction, <br />To wipe the dropp of water of his rosy red cheeks, <br />Then night falls and I return bye the window boys house, <br />He is still there fallowing my every step, <br />I walk into my house, <br />And open a window just near his, <br />I hear him whimper and a woman scream, <br />The window boy shrieks 'No mommy dont! ', <br />And then all falls silent except for heavy breathing, <br />I turn out the lights and pray it isnt so, <br />When i awake the next morning I rush to the door, <br />And am greeted by the flashing lights of that police car, <br />I begin to weep for the poor little boy, <br />Through my tear stained eyes, <br />I happen to see the little boy hovering over me, <br />He sets his hand on my shoulder and tells me its ok, <br />and that he is fine, my little window boy is safe, <br />He tells me I am his hero his strength, <br />I am what he proclaimed as his 'savor', <br />I grasp the little window boy in my arms, <br />look up to the heavens and thank god for my little window boy, <br />My window boy, my window boy, my little baby brother......<br /><br />Kathryn Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/window-boy/
