In our small apartment the single kitchen window
was facing the sea; it was our blue ribbon
in the middle of a grey frame.
It was our footprints in the unsinkable gravel road.
My grandmother and I used to spend hours in the kitchen..
When my chained glance was wondering
it was looking for peace inside the endlessness of the sea
while the silence was different then,
it was welcome to sit with us and oscillate with the waves.
Silence used to bring peace wrapped
in the pure beauty of colourful water.
One day someone drowned our view
with the grey paint of a new building,
and my grandmother became too old and
I grew up surrounded with lifeless windows.
I still miss the morning welcome of the sea.
Ivy Christou
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grey-windows/
