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Thursday, July 16, 2020

Window Shelf

My dad, Jim. 

My cozy house. 

Shelf from an old window, created by my dad. 

For as long as I can remember, my dad has been a creative craftsman when it comes to woodworking. He’s crafted many unique items for his family. One such item is a window shelf that he created from one of my old dining room windows.  Two years ago, I had my kitchen and dining room renovated and he kept some of the old windows (which were original to my 80 year old home). Each time I walk by my window shelf, I imagine it as a “window”into my home’s long history. For me, it holds 25 years of memories.

Window Shelf

Wandering mind . . . 
Into the past
Needing to be remembered 
Days, months, years
On the wall
Wistfully recalling moments of home

Today’s Poetry Friday round up is being hosted by Jan at BookSeedStudio.  Make sure you click on the link for a variety of poetry love.


  1. Amy, the window shelf your dad built is beautiful. Your poem is a wonderful way to hold onto your memories.

  2. That pic of your dad is wonderful! I want to write a middle grade novel about that kid. :) And your window memory is heartfelt. Thank you for sharing.

  3. What a unique upcycle of your window, Amy, and the perfect inspiration for a "wandering mind..." :)

  4. Amy, that's beautiful. Such a lovely story about your dad and his skills. Great acrostic:>)

  5. Oh, I love this! The photo of your Dad, the preserved window and the inspired poetry from it. "Needing to be remembered" is a perfect line. Well done.

  6. I love how your post weaves all sorts of strands together--your dad, his woodworking skill, your home, saved windows, and memories. You aptly call it a window shelf, but it could also be called a memory shelf. Love it!

  7. It is so wonderful to have something beautiful from the past sit in your house and bring back years of memories, Amy.

  8. Moments of home - what a delightful window and gift from your dad.
    "Days, months, years
    on the wall"
    You should put a copy of this poem on the window shelf.