I watched it appear
It was a strange sight indeed.
The hand print on the window pane.
It was there one minute
Then gone the next.
It scared me to pieces.
I had been knitting in my rocker
Just minding my own business.
When out of the blue
There was a tapping
On the window pane.
At first I paid no attention,
But it didn't seem to stop.
When I finally looked up
I jumped a little from shock.
I could very clearly see it,
The shape of a hand print
On my frost covered window.
I looked down at my knitting
Then looked again at the window.
But there was no hand print on the pane.
I must have imagined it, I thought.
Though I am sure I did not.
written by Evelyn Creon
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