Greasy fingerprints on the window,
from the breakfast she smeared in her face.
Chocolate everywhere, which somehow wouldn't go away.
Hitting the window with her hands,
at the children across that play.
Waving 'hi',
the image in the window
slowly turns vague.
Don't forget the breathmarks of our dog
with a bunch of leftover food remains.
Saliva and pawprints,
nails carved in the window.
Barking at the neighbours dog.
Teens are competitive today.

All these beautifull memories here.
But I really gotta clean my window..