The Window

A random free verse poem that I wrote in sixth grade about my best friend. She is my sister.

I stare out of it.
The world is a giant blur.
It seems cloudy and smeared with finger prints,
Yet, it is as clear as a crystal sea.

My sister stops by.
She cleans it for me.
Now I can see the world.
I thank you, dear sister,
For you are my window washer.
You have cleared my view to reality