The Window Sill

 

Look through the window,

Into a miniature world,

Collected momentoes,

And stories unfurled,

A church with a steeple,

And windows so bright,

A house and a rocker,

A fence painted white,

A candle that sits,

In a silver filigree,

With flowers and vines,

That twist beautifully,

And a lantern that holds,

A scented tea light,

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.