THE GHOSTS

They live in the Turret in the day
Prance around at night
The ghosts in my castle
Do not give fright
There is a little child
Who plays with the toy
I leave it on the couch
He’s a little ghost boy
Then there is the lady
Who bangs my pots and pans
She must be clumsy
They keep dropping from her hands
There is the man
Who walks to and fro
As if he is lost
And doesn’t know where to go
Then the elder
A woman of age
She sometimes yells
As if in a rage
When she calms down
She takes the child on her knee
Rubbing his head
And kissing him gently
They clean my house
While I’m away
I know they are happy
That they can stay
I talk to them sometimes
When I have a broken sleep
Ask them to please
Always be mine to keep
Think I would have follow them
Wherever they go
They are my ghosts
And I love them so

THE GHOSTS

Sally Omar

Joined January 2008

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To My Dear Hilary, Please read this poem to your ghosts and send them my love!!!
Please check out my friend Hilarydougill’s other awesome artwork & writings on RB

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