What windows am I looking through?
\nShow me, Michael.
\nI want to be where you are,
\nI want to play beside you.
\nReach for a puddle,
\nput my hand print over yours
\nfor tracks to follow.
\nI will sweep the floor,
\nas you sweep the floor.
\nOpen all the doors,
\nfor doors are entrances
\nto other places.<\/p>\n
I will call out like you,
\nand name the names
\nof our beloved.
\nMommy, where are you?
\nDaddy, play with me.
\nMemaw, Memaw,
\nlets chase Jackie!
\nAll here,
\nin some paradise of ourselves.
\nYou find them for me Michael,
\nand we\u2019ll play.<\/p>\n
Yesterday,
\nyou looked up at me
\nand said new words,
\nand I,
\nwho only know words
\nscratched with age,
\nheard a bell inside yours,
\nand spent all day,
\nsinging them!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What windows am I looking through? Show me, Michael. I want to be where you are, I want to play beside you. Reach for a…<\/p>\n