Window Poem

I skip down the historic street

In Downtown St. Charles

Hand in hand with my grandmother.

I’m ten years old, I see it there.

It catches my eye so quick.

I had to pull aside to stop and stare.

There she was in the display

Protected by glass, keeping me away.

I needed that doll I thought.

It would be my best friend.

My grandma looks at me and says,

“It’s almost Christmas you know.”

She winks, and says lets go.