Looking out a window. . .

I am now remembering a past life where
I walked into my son’s room
and he was sitting silently by the window.
He said he was looking for other children –
on other worlds who could understand
how it felt to fall in love at a young age.

I didn’t think much of it then but now
I’m called back to wonder
if that past life is still
happening in the timelessness of infinity?
And, if it is – could I reach out to him?
Let him know I’m looking out the window
and still thinking
about my child from another life?
 

Reviews

[Don Coorough]

This is so full of emotional content! However, my feeling from it is that you tell me what to think and feel as opposed to showing a situation or circumstance and allowing me to arrive at my own feelings. In other words, I think you are dealing too directly with the subject matter. There are no metaphors or similes here, and unless the whole poem is a symbol for something else, no symbolism either.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Oh, what an eerie ending. It isn't clear to me whether something has happened to him or if you too are contemplating the other worlds. Either way this gave me chills - a very good sign. Nice, succinct write. Thank you for sharing your talent.
Light,
Siddartha