Looking through a window <br />where time had stopped <br />I see my mother calling <br /> <br />Calling for me <br />to see where I had been <br />I see myself run to her <br />I feel a sense of shock <br /> <br />I shout for them <br />to look at the window <br /> <br />I see their disbelief <br />as they look right at me <br />Then they disappear <br />right in front of me <br /> <br />Right up until her death <br />My mother would always talk <br />of a ghost at the window <br />that looked just like me<br /><br />Dave Alan Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-window-of-time/
