How strange to glanceat my kitchen window
and see
a reflection formed by tree branch,
clouds, sky and leaves;
a smiling Marilyn Monroe
gazing whimsically
down at me.
Marilyn Monroe In My Kitchen Window – Rhyming Poem
How strange to glanceat my kitchen window
and see
a reflection formed by tree branch,
clouds, sky and leaves;
a smiling Marilyn Monroe
gazing whimsically
down at me.