FRIENDLY GHOST
There is a kind of feeling that someone is always there,
Looking over your shoulder, following you everywhere,
Not a scary or creepy feeling, or one that makes you afraid,
But someone is there to help you as if you needed some aid.
I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder when I was all alone,
Someone wanting company, not wanting to be on their own,
I said “Hello.” then went on doing each everyday task,
A light came on when my arms were full, I quietly ask,
“Who’s there?” and the presence I felt strongly once more
As I automatically said “thanks” as it opened a closed door.
Hot in the kitchen cooking a meal, a cool breeze passed me,
There were no open windows or doors that I could see.
Sometimes you need a pencil and one appears in sight,
Then the dustpan goes missing you look with all your might,
You cannot always blame the baby who runs off with many things
But there is lots of laughter and fun that the hunt for items brings.
I wonder, ghost, why you cannot rest ‘till come the judgement day,
Why do you have to wander around our old house in this way?
Were you always very lonely? Did you lie down and die all alone,
Did no one ever bother to visit you or call you on the telephone?
So now you feel the need of the fellowship of a happy family,
I wonder if you’d like the chance to bounce the baby on your knee?
Stay as long as you wish, stay if you need our friendly company,
And if we ever move away, pack up your bags and join our family.

M Ann Margetson © October 3, 2001