A Window To Look Through

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
November 4, 2004

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.”

 

by Brian G. Jett ©-1999
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5 comments
  1. Megan said:

    (tears)..this is so incredibly touching! Thank you.

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  2. atimetoshare said:

    This is beautiful!

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  3. MTJames said:

    Both my girls are in God’s hands, along with their families. I can’t believe how hard it is to let go, but they’re like everything else God has given me; they are only mine if they are first God’s.

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  4. Ah, yes, the bittersweet joy of watching our children grow independent and create homes of their own. Indeed, praise God for his continual presence through all of life’s transitions! Thank you for sharing this heart-touching poem, Kenny.

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