A Glare

by Mylinda Campbell

My love is a glare upon a window pane.
No reflection of desire do you see past the rain.
Doused is the window like muddy water from a pond,
unclear, yet hoping to see beyond.
Have I not been there on a cloudy day when there is no light for impression in anyway?
If this glare is all you see, not my bond, my presence, it's only me!
Are you unaware when you look away the window
has no glare?
Or is it only because I am no longer there?

The Author

I am a South Carolinian currently living in Sweden with my Swedish husband and children. I am a mother of two wonderful boys under the age of 5. We are expecting our third baby. I love to keep myself busy with arts and crafts and poetry. My favorite past time is painting butterflies I find it challenging to paint in mirror image. I have 16 published poems in the U.S. I work part time at a Church Daycare as an assistant teacher. Although I am soon to be 40 I feel life for me has just begun. Watching my children grow and learn is one of life's greatest gifts.