She watches through her window, her little girl at play Memories flood back to her childhood, of her yesterdays As she tucks her gift into bed, and kisses her precious face She says a prayer of protection, "Lord keep my child safe." And as days turn months into years, she sees her little girl grow She begins to realize that a time will come, the time when she must let go. Suddenly she hears a gentle voice-- saying, "No greater love is this, Than what you've done for your little girl, go seal it with a kiss." "Honey I want to kiss your face, but I know I can't by phone While looking through your bedroom window, I began to feel alone." "So many days through this very window, I'd watch you laugh and play And I can almost see you tucked in bed, on those nights we'd talk and pray." Mom," her daughter uttered, "There's something I want to say... You may not know how many times, I saw you watch me play." "That window that you're looking through, is the same one God looked in He saw you by my bed each night, when you'd tenderly tuck me in." "So mom please don't feel all alone, you know I'll always be there... Just like God is with you now, no matter the time, or place or where." Her mother paused and then replied, "Sweetheart I know you're right... You're grown, married and have a child, that you now tuck in at night." "Mom, I better go now, I have some things I better do." Her mom replied, "I know it dear, you've got a window to look through." --- Brian G. Jett
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I just "happened" upon your site and this poem. It has so much meaning to me and hopefully it has had, on many others over the years. As the author of this poem, it touches my heart strings each time I re-read what took about 15 minutes to pen on sunny day in 1999. This was one year before my only child and daughter, Olivia Jett, now 7 years of age was born. I still find it curious yet hardly coincidental retrospectively that, first, these words came so fluently and seemingly from no where... I typed the poem's title and then simply penned it. No girls in our family prior to Olivia and I still have no earthly idea why and where these words came from. Perhaps that's the answer, they weren't forced nor of earthly origin. I do know that God can use even the simple and most common herds like me to, every now and again, touch a heart and change a head when surrendered to His will. I look forward in soon viewing the gift of prose that so many others have happily played with, not concerned about making an impression, but through God's nudging leaving lasting impressions.
Stay Positive; don't get it right, just get it written!
Brian Jett
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