The Old Home

For Eve Senn You may have never believed in ghosts Smart people never do, Or certainly they never admit To others that it is true. But I can tell you of a ghost That's known where ever you roam, And that is the spirit that remains When at last you leave your old home. You'll think that when the door's been locked And you've said your last farewell, That the book is closed, the story done There remains nothing else to tell. But in the stillness of the night You'll awake in your home that's new And catch yourself turning, or walking or thinking The way you used to do. Then you'll remember the mantlepiece Where the old clock used to fit, And the sunny patch in the garden Where the cat would always sit: Or the sheltered spot where the bench was set So you could take in the view, And you will remember how things are not, Today in your home that's new. And should you ever return again In spirit, or one day visit, You won't find a nook that does not have Some little memory in it. The answer you see is in your mind, The phantoms are lingering there, Waiting for something to let them loose And catch you unaware. When you think there's nothing there! Now that you have got this far, leave a message and be a star! Thank you