The Young Girl
The young girl had come to live with them
that summer.
The young girl told the older step-sister that
Her initials were the same as hers.
She asks: Whose initials are you talking about?
The young girl says You know.
The girl who walks in the graveyard.
I told your mom the first day I was here.
Your dad looked at me and said,
There is no ghost out there.
As I wrote in my journal this night.
It made me shiver to think there was
A ghost floating around somewhere.
I ask my dad the next day
As he was out back sitting
on the bench with his typewriter.
He was a writer, you see.
So I ask, why, dad, why?
Did you know there was an old
graveyard out there in the woods?
My dad looks up from his typewriter
And says: Look, we bought this house
And the surrounding property to get away.
From the noisy city and traffic jams.
As I looked toward the edge of our property
I shivered to think there was a ghost looming.
3/2/2018 wrote last night
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