Window

Looking out past the trees

On the other side of the street

Lives a dear lady I’d like you meet

She wears a welcoming smile that instantly tugs on your heart.

She’ll take you for hour long rides journeying back to her childhood.

Sharing pieces of her memories she paints an old county road with open fields.

Hearing the laugher of Ma and Pa as the little ones settled in for the night.

The paint slowly fades when she gets up, opens the rickety screen door stepping inside.

Moments later she hands you the best iced tea with lemon in a cup that was worn.

Makes one wonder how many minds she painted.