LADY AT THE WINDOW

I lost my Mother

When I was fourteen

She drank until she couldn't

But was always good to me

And my little Brother

He was only ten

Dad's hands on my shoulders

Said its time to be a man

We were waiting for the bus

When the neighbor's curtains moved

I knew that she was watching us

Didn't have much else to do

Mom had said...Be nice to her

She was always alone

Bound to a wheelchair

From childhood Polio

~~~*Chorus*~~~

She would watch us from her window

Sometimes she would wave

It gave us a sense that someone cared

As we started out our day

And she would be there waiting

When we got off the bus

The lady at the window

Watching over us

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We went to visit her

One day when we got home

She said its very nice to meet you

Come in from the cold

Asked how we were faring

With our Dad gone on the road

Said she'd watched from the window

The day our parents brought us home

Tiny little babies

All wrapped up in blue

I watched you grow up in your front yard

You were both my greatest view

She served us little sandwiches

And poured us some sweet tea

When night began to wander in

We didn't want to leave

~~~*Chorus*~~~

She would watch us from her window

Sometimes she would wave

It gave us a sense that someone cared

As we started out our day

And she would be there waiting

When we got off the bus

The lady at the window

Watching over us

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Dad would come and go

We went on with our lives

Went to see the lady

Whenever we had time

I got my driver's license

The day I turned sixteen

Went and asked the lady

To go for a ride with me

My Brother helped me put her

In the front seat of the car

We headed for the seashore

It really wasn't very far

She laughed like a young girl

Taken back in time

Told me that this had to be

The best day of her life

Time...claims its victims

And it was her time to leave

When the curtain didn't move one day

I knocked then used my key

She was sitting by the window

With something in her hand

A picture of the seashore

And her bottle full of sand

~~~*Final Chorus*~~~

She would watch us from her window

She would smile and wave

Made sure we knew that someone cared

As we started out our day

And she would be there waiting

Always welcomed both of us

The lady at the window

The friend we came to love

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Teresa Lynn Johnson

Wrdspnr@aol.com
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