Been years been years since Ive pulled her through,
Been years since Ive seen her smile.
Been years since Ive served as her refuge,
A place she comes to hide and cry.
And years of effort all not in vain,
She reaches out yes! End of her dismay!
And I, her solace no longer in need,
By her window for months wait and wait.
She's come back! That dimpled face,
Brightly lit, her mind's as clear as day.
Ooh the conversations now we'd have,
Of the happy song bird and gleeful children.
She's come in, clad in pink,
I rush up to her, she pays no heed.
Moves down the hall, I'm in shock, my eyes teary,
My old friend I'm here! joyfully I scream.
A moments shudder, a look of alarm,
She bursts out 'no! I can hear her!' As she runs for comfort, this time not towards but past me, 'My Dear friend what's wrong', I approach her as I plead.
But all she does is clasp her ears as tight as she can,
Digs into her mother's lap,
As she whispers 'It's okay my child, it'll be fine'
Remember what the doctor said, your strong blot her out of your head '. No longer cheerfully acknowledged by her or her parents,
Confused I go up to the window where we' d meet.
Pacing about trying to find the reason of that horrendous scene.
No answer in sight, I gaze out of the window, sigh the window.
She comes back, I make another move,
Her body shivering, trying, but what for?
Every attempt to gain her attention, every pill she pops in,
Drives her further and further away,
It's been weeks since she's returned,
She's genuinely smiling now more than ever.
There are so many kids about the room,
Yet I'm in a corner unnoticed by them all.
I pat ones shoulder,
Smile at another,
All in vain.
Each day passing day a burden, Im weary now, I'm weary.
I look again outside our window,
Mr Smith's looking out his, his wife with God now.
He looks at me, a peaceful smile across his face,
As he mouths 'you've served her well my child, you've served her well'
No longer that child at that window,
A being with a painful realization,
I let loose of all strings attaching me to this world.
As a light guides me, Mr Smith on my left, somewhere, somewhere far from home.