The other day, standing at the sink,
I caught myself staring out the kitchen window
watching the wind push the swings
on the old gym set.
I thought to myself -
Grandmother used to stand this way
I remembered our visits
I would sit at the breakfast table,
eating her famous "cathead" biscuits,
drinking coffee (like Grandfather did) out of a cup saucer
and watching her look out the window
I don't know what her eyes were set upon, nor her thoughts
but I do remember her standing at the sink in deep contemplation
Sometimes, I would ask her what she was looking at
and she would always answer something like -
"Nothing, sugar." or
"Nothing, darling, just lookin'."
As the years passed,
each visit seemed to be prompted by Death,
and those moments, with her at the window, took on a different meaning
I felt as though she were standing there,
waiting for those who had gone before - to return
a look of quiet expectation, on her face
as if they were out in the yard,
almost ready to come in for the day.
I thought to myself, as I stood at my window,
perhaps all mothers stand at THEIR kitchen windows that way -
washing dishes and waiting for their loved ones to come in
Then, I remembered how YOU used to stand at YOUR kitchen sink
And I cried.
Thomas is one of the Poets Unleashed, and they
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