I see her each day

When I walk by.

She is a tall, beautiful

Old lady

She has the curtain

Pulled back

And the look

On her face

Tells me she is

Waiting

For someone

Or something.

One day I walked by

and she was not there.

The window was open

And the curtain was

Blowing softly in the breeze

And I could hear music…

I’ll Fly away, Oh Glory,

I’ll fly away.....

Susan Bergeron

March 18, 2011