Glass Garden Room

With gossamer filaments strewn on the tombstone where grandma’s entombed, the ghost’s visit was brief, said goodbye to his grief. Through the gateway he drifted, warm with thoughts he’d been gifted, in the graveyard with the glass garden room. ---------- I don't always get a poem out of some of the contests, but they often spawn ideas - I've enjoyed trying to make a poem out of the 10 words from some of the recent contests - this being the G Word Challenge...