She Waits By the Window
Daily she sits by the window
Hoping today will be the day he will return home
Leaving the window only when the sun goes down
To return again tomorrow alone
Each day as the sun begins to set
Tears fill her eyes
“He will be home tomorrow” she whispers
As she walks away and quietly cries
She stares out the window of the nursing home
Waiting for her beloved to return from war
Sadly, that day will never be
He died on the battlefield fifty years before
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