The Face At The Window

The Face At The Window
By Paul McCann

Opposite our house

there was a woman who sat at the window all day.

I would always see her everyday

when I went out the street to play,

Sometimes I wondered

If she had a pair of rosary beads in her hand .
and was she muttering out words

that only God Himself could understand .
She sat there all day and for everyone who passed by

did she say hello .

Did her daughter mind that she sat there

all day alone with her face aglow ,

at the window nodding her head

and smiling at angels by her side.

Then as the curtains closed and night fell

The face at the window went to hide .

I’m sure God whispered to her as she slept

and said

"I am always with thee "
But everyday , she just sat there

at the window looking out to see..