Window of memories
She watches through her window, her little girl at play. Memories flood back to her childhood,
of her yesterdays As she tucks her gift into bed, and kisses her precious face She says a prayer of protection, “Lord keep my child safe.”
And as days turn months into years, she sees her little girl grow She begins to realise that a time will come, the time when she must let go Suddenly she hears a gentle voice — saying,
“No greater love is this, Than what you’ve done for your little girl, go seal it with a kiss.”
“Honey I want to kiss your face, but I know I can’t by phone While looking through your bedroom window, I began to feel alone.”
“So many days through this very window, I’d watch you laugh and play And I can almost see you tucked in bed, on those nights we’d talk and pray.”
“Mum,” her daughter uttered, “There’s something I want to say...
You may not know how many times, I saw you watch me play.”
“That window that you’re looking through, is the same one God looked in He saw you by my bed each night, when you’d tenderly tuck me in.”
“So mum please don’t feel all alone, you know I’ll always be there...
Just like God is with you now, no matter the time, or place or where.”
Her mother paused and then replied, “Sweetheart I know you’re right...
You’re grown, married and have a child, that you now tuck in at night.”
“Mom, I better go now, I have some things I better do.”
Her mum replied, “I know it dear, you’ve got a window to look through.”
Dedicated to mothers and daughters and the unique and special love they have and will continue to share.