The Window
Prince Escobar
I stare amazed at the glazed snow frosting my yard
lost in the shards of nostalgia, glass pained remembrance
Tempted by the brisk air and my daughters whisps of hair
as her honey eyes flared with joy under the falling flakes
running with all her might every few steps stalling for breaks
my sister supervising, calling her name, causing the game
in the motion picture pausing in frames to catch my attention with a grin
and im tempted from within, to join in the fun
as i stand at the window with my boy as the sun
catches an angle on his face, making him look like an angel full of grace
my place is lit with a roasting fire and i bask in the scent of wintertime
the crispness of the aromas, gifts contrast the listless stiffness of the fall
i witness this all with pride staring out on my front lawn
from stoop to gate, the fences' every intricate loop is great
though you may see a man lost in the dramatics of the season
what i feel is my very reason for breathing, leaving life in the hood
providing a good place for my family to take root in
to grow from and offer a place for some less fortunate to move in
this is my first winter in a home, with a lawn to call my own
my first window that shows fence in front of grass, not merely a brownstone
and so you may not understand where i stand, caught up in having a lawn
a front door with an alarm, free of rent with quaintness and charm
but to me there is no satisfaction matching that in my heart
then to stare amazed at the glazed snow frosting my yard
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