All I could see when I looked
Outside of my childhood bedroom window were
My backyard, and
The side of my neighbor’s house.
But it was not this simple view
Which made it my favorite window.
It was waking up and looking out of this window
To find a blanket of snow on the ground in the winter.
It was listening to the rain as it pounded against the window
As I tried to get to sleep at night in the spring.
It was the gentle summer breeze it let in
When I had no air conditioning.
It was the birds chirping high up in the trees,
That woke me up on a Saturday morning.
But most of all,
It was my favorite window
Because it was the window I could look out of
Right as I woke up in the morning
And see the brand new day.