Driving home in almost dark
warmed with red wine
at my husband’s suggestion
which is not my Sunday evening habit
but could be.
I look through windows into houses as we ease by
my mother’s Sunday habit I’ve acquired
sometime television blue
homes always look warm in twilight
one house still brilliant with Christmas
“Lazy” notes my husband.
I prefer to imagine
an absent family member
a son who soldiers overseas
a sister ill in a distant city
the lights stay on
until the family reunites.
3 thoughts on “PEERING THROUGH WINDOWS”
I used to love walking through the neighborhood and looking into the windows, wondering what their stories were at that moment. Brings back sweet soft memories.
What a nice observation and conclusions. Nicely written