The Shadow On The Window

Her dark silhouette moved beyond the grilled window Was she a living woman, an apparition, or a shadow? In the evening sitting there her head bowed low I loved to think of her a ghost on the window. That house from ours was within a stone’s throw At that time looked remote now only I know. Her hands they always moved what she was up to Was she knitting corpses’ shroud I had little clue. Don’t look at her, mom would say, stay away from her Her words ran me down the window didn’t seem far. Quickly I shut my eyes there was no way I could dare To ignore mom’s caution and had her in my stare. I went back to my homework not that I much willed But lessons had to be learnt pages had to be filled. I heard ghosts could pass through wall anyplace they could be What if she had stopped her work and come looking for me? I sat frozen in benumbed fear my courage they all fled For courage would be of no use when dealing with the dead. I wasn’t safe alone cried out 'mom' to find her I frightfully ran Passed by the house the grilled window but there wasn’t a woman.