The Window Poem by Shadow in the Night

I sit near my window,
faced pressed close,
Wondering.

What is out in the world,
What adventures could I have.
Dreaming.

Dads old records play.
The rain falls steadily,
Telling it's adventures.
Of traveling in the clouds.

Mom sits in her chair,
remembering memories,
of when life was easier.
When she and Dad were always laughing and kissing.

They keep me kept up in the house.
Don't want me to have the freedom they did.
I almost wish I could jump out the window,
and fly away.

Feel the wind in my hair,
The rain kissing my face.
The adventures I could have!
The places I could go.

But for now,
I'll just stare out my window,
and wish for more.
So much more.