Through the Window
Here is a girl who presses upward to the sky while climbing a tree to hang shiny ornaments. I watch through the window. She came to our house on Christmas Day, so she’d not been here for the hanging of the greens. Now she makes up for that loss. She is a woodpecker climbing. She is a tiny prayer on the chin of a cloud. I smile as she reaches farther up the tree. Her dad stays watchful and hands ornaments up to her. My, my, my. You’d love this girl just for her determinism and