A poem that I wrote when my first son was very small.
A face in the window, I did see
Peering in to look at me
The face did not know that I
Had noticed him, a cute little guy
Standing on tiptoe to look inside
His twinking eyes danced with pride
For the one he loved so much
Was in the house making his lunch
I smiled at the thought of this boy
Who so filled my heart with joy
Watching me from the porch window
This little face that I loved so
The face in the window, is my son
My precious boy, my only one
I waved at him and then he knew
That I had been watchng him, too
He laughed and ran quickly to the door
A little face in the window, no more
A little boy giggling with delilght
Now hugging Mommy with all his might
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