Heart Ghosts
No doors swing open
from some unknown wind.
No steps are heard
that no mortal does send
\Yet, ghosts are here
within my hearts' memory
Thoughts are for awhile controlled
by ghosts who are friends to me
\Often I feel this presence
flashing yesterdays befeore my eyes
There is no loud thunder
nor lightening to streak the skys
\I'm shown childish laughter
and an older childs' tears
As my heart ghosts gently
remind me of those by-gone years
\They tell me if I must cry
then do so silently
For though sad they are gone
be glad they once walked with me
Copyright © Ramona Sprayberry Phillips | Year Posted 2010
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