an ethereal face I see,
oh! so bright yet kind and caring,
it is my mother,don't you see?
she looks at me as if saying --
"come,hold my hand and walk with me"
When I look out of my little window,
a strong and stern look I behold,
it is my father,brave and bold,
oh!such gentle concern behind that gaze,
without him,into nothingness I faze.
When I look out of my little window,
a little cherubic boy I meet,
his tiny hands wave out to greet.
He smiles at me,naughty yet coy,
isn't that my son,a bundle of joy?
When I look out of my little window,
I see my sisters dear,always a part of me,
without them ,I just cannot be,
ups and downs,we've shared together,
the rest of life,we'll be with each other.
When I look out of my little window,
my brothers,they smile,always by my side,
my pillars they are,they are my guide,
with them,I've known the best of times,
laughter and fun and happy chimes.
When I look out of my little window,
one by one,I see them all,
my eyes turn moist as soon as they fade,
in pain I'm left that cuts like a blade.
Where are those beautiful days of yore
that were full of joy and happiness so pure?
---MITA
