When I was a girl, I found mother would sit at the window. Dreaming of days gone by, I guess.yes days gone by dreaming of home. Or a better tomorrow who knew what Mother would be doing sitting at the window. Could she be crying of days gone by,Or just sitting at the window,she loved the Out doors the rain would make her look like if she was far away. And one day I heard her say I like to be over their on that small island,while she was sitting at the window.   Submitted By: NULL