The Ghost In My House
When Grandma died I inherited things,
jewelry, dishes, furniture and a doll;
I loved all 'cause I am a person who clings,
the best was her rocking chair and shawl.
It became clear that the chair had a ghost,
you guessed it, Grandma had come along;
but I did not mind and could see her almost,
and often I heard her singing an old song.
A friend who claims to see ghosts came to visit,
walking around she stood by the chair;
she was staring and I whispered can you see it,
and turned to me saying there is a pair.
A pair? Whatever do you mean dear friend,
well, it seems your Grandma brought her cat;
oh, do not be afraid as into your life they will blend,
so, I have a ghost with a cat- wearing a hat !
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January 13, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/The Ghost in My House
Copyright Protected, ID 01-1421-165-13
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, A Ghost Story
sponsor, Angela Tune, Judged 01/13/2022
Honorable Mention
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