ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I am a mother of a teenage boy and a 10 year old girl. I work part time with school transportation. I have always loved to read and write and time spent on my job and listening to my children always presents more material. [September 2005]
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I Stare Out Of The Window Vera Marbrylouch
Here Sits Me
I stare out of the window feeling like I am trapped in an old lady's body.
I stare out of the window through eyes that are clouded by time. Wasn't it just yesterday when I started wearing glasses? When did they become bifocals?
I stare out of the window. I remember being able to jump right out of bed and greet the day. Now, most mornings I am so stiff, I can barely stand.
I stare out of the window. There was a time when I could eat any food I liked. I still can, if I don't mind my blood pressure rising.
I stare out of the window. Hey, who snuck in and dyed my hair grey?
I stare out of the window. Eh, what was I saying?
I stare out of the window. I married and had my first child while in my late thirties. Where did the time and my life go?
I stare out of the window at my child, my daughter. She's frantically trying to get my attention. "Mommy, come see. I found a bird's nest. It must have fallen from the tree," she yells.
I stop staring out of the window as I follow my ten year old daughter to the nest. I realize my youth finished its work and left town. Time and youth are busy with children, like my daughter and her friends.
When I was a child staring out of the window, the world was filled with beauty and mysteries. I loved what I saw. It was a different world from the one I see now. I stare at the world from the confines of an aging body, through old, tired eyes that can barely see and ears that can hardly hear, at a world that is still full of mystery.
When my child stares out of the window, with childish eys, she sees a totally different world than I do. When I try to look through her eyes, I see her world, and we like what we see.
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"what a beautiful story, loved how you kept it light with the lines about grey hair and hearing. nice to pass the world and it's mysteries on to the little ones huh?" -- curious.
"Am pressure card bust plug and play texas hold em. " -- texas hold em, texas hold em, texas hold em, texas hold em.
"A nice little piece you've put together here. You're lucky to have someone so young to help you see things through her eyes. It's been many years since my daughter was young. I look out my window and see more ugliness than beauty because I have no young one's eyes to help me see more. The greatest treasure found among innocent youth is anticipation. It isn't the aging body and waning eyesight that bother me most, it's finding something to fill me with anticipation." -- Richard.
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