I haven’t washed my windows in a very long time.
They need it.
But this one, I will NOT wash.
Every day I see it.
When I leave.
When I come home.
When I am in the kitchen.
When I go downstairs.
When I feed the cat.
And when I lock up to go to bed at night.
“Sometimes”, said Pooh, “the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.”
This window will NOT get washed. No, it will NOT.