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We were excited by our recent inheritance and decided to move
We packed up and drove to our new home, some family disapproved
We were thrilled, the old Victorian home was everything we wanted
Ignoring the rumors, not wanting to believe the place is haunted 

It was magnificent, three stories with five bedrooms and a garage
Painted in blues, yellows and reds, like a detailed colorful collage
Decorative spindles, rounded arched windows and a widow’s walk
Rumors of a woman seen up there was most of the town talk

It was windy our first night and we thought we heard faint crying
We couldn’t sleep as we talked about stories of our great Aunt dying
Rumored she was found upstairs in the widow’s walk sitting in a chair
Waiting for her husband to return from sea, with a frozen look of despair

We still have the telegram reporting our Uncle was lost out to sea
Rumored she knew and died of a broken heart but how could that be?
As the winds died down the cries became louder with footsteps pacing
We were now both excited and frightened, our hearts were racing

A few weeks passed and no more noise, the house was calm and quiet 
We went out to eat at the infamous town diner, couldn’t wait to try it 
After our lovely meal it was dark, and the winds were blowing
We drove up our driveway and saw the widow’s walk was glowing

We saw her, dressed in lace, standing near the window toward the sea
Lightning struck the widow’s walk, the room now black as could be
We decided to go up and check the widow’s walk that frightful night
Empty until we spotted a piece of white lace on the floor that stormy night

10/31/21
Contest:" S" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France

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