The Watcher

She always leaned to watch for us . 　　
Anxious if we were late , 　　
In winter by the window , 　　
In summer by the gate ; 　　
And though we mocked her tenderly , 　　
Who had such foonich care , 　　
The long way home would seem more safe , 　　
Because she waited there . 　　
Her thoughts were all so full of us 　　
She never could forget ! 　　
And so I think that where she is 　　
She must be watching yet, 　　
Waiting till we come home to her 　　
Anxious if we are late ______ 　　
Watching from Heaven's window , 　　
Leaning from Heaven's gate.