Taffeta, Silk,And Lace

As she walked down the stairs i could feel on the back of my neck goosebumps and hairs I was playing in a derelict house hiding from my friends behind some dusty old chairs But something wasnt right she looked sad lonley and out of place Looking back now i didnt feel scared she looked radient dressed in taffeta silk and lace I was Eleven at the time and thinking back to it now I just knew she was a ghost but wasnt frightened dont ask me how She didnt see me and she sort of glided not walked towards an open door Curiosity got the better of me so i followed her wanting to see more As i edged nearer the doorway i expected her not to be there But she was and i heard her singing the sweetest song i swear I was so taken by her radience serenity and calm Then i realised shes a ghost they scare you but i didnt feel in any harm She just sort of floated there seeing something i couldnt see Then....the moment was gone as i heard my friends shouting for me Ive never forgot that day its stayed with me forever And as i grew up i researched the history of the house and was rewarded for my endeavour There used to live in that house a kindly lady she was a mother and a wife But tragedy struck her family she lost her children so griefstricken she took her own life But legend as it she used to sing the sweetest lullabies to her children every night To sooth them into sleep and chase away there fright I often ask myself did she see me that long ago day If ever im weighed down by troubles that just wont seem to go away If im restless of sleep and the evening winds running fair I swear i can hear the sweetest lullabies carried on the air It eases me in to sleep then i dream of the sereness of her face Gliding down that staircase resplendent in her taffeta,silk and lace