Looking through a window
where time had stopped
I see my mother calling
Calling for me
to see where I had been
I see myself run to her
I feel a sense of shock
I shout for them
to look at the window
I see their disbelief
as they look right at me
Then they disappear
right in front of me
Right up until her death
My mother would always talk
of a ghost at the window
that looked just like me
Dave Alan Walker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-window-of-time/
