![]() Once Upon a WindowA Poem by Amanda Reynolds![]() A reflection on the word "Window" that a former student asked me to write a poem about![]() Once I could see out of my window, but I can’t anymore. Once I saw magical images refracted from light Colors and all, on the ceiling above my head. Once I saw a family growing and playing Five floors below, until they all disappeared. Once I sat and watched cities and clouds And raindrops in puddles Through a simple pane of glass, Growing, living, expanding. Now my window is covered with Cardboard and duct tape, and I have to Listen to the radio, just to get the weather, Which is just outside my window, where a cold breeze seeps in. © 2025 Amanda ReynoldsReviews
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StatsAuthor![]() Amanda ReynoldsNew York, NYAbout52 year old Middle School English Teacher (19 years in the beloved Bronx, N.Y.) who loves the arts (in all of it's forms) more..Writing
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