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Our Welcoming Spirit
Our Bed and Breakfast was the Presidents’ House,
An antebellum Italianate with a rich historical past
With nourishing breakfasts of presidential repast
Served by a suitably attired raconteur, my spouse.
Our home was known for its welcoming spirits merry
We met and interacted with them over the years,
Some got to meet our guests if they showed no fears
Prominent from the abode of the dead was Ms. Jerri.
Sassy and mischievous, she was mostly playful and sweet
Until meeting Jerri some guests were reluctant to believe,
Others remarked what a mind believes eyes can achieve
Once a female guest was ill and stayed in her suite.
When she recovered and came to breakfast one day,
She asked who had visited her and massaged her feet.
She insisted this sweet old lady she wanted to meet.
We told her in detail about Jerri, our shadowy spirit’s stay.
On many occasions Jerri intervened to help our guests
Sometimes she moved things around in the house
We did not mind, but sometimes it startled my spouse,
Then we would laugh it off as another of Ms. Jerri’s jests.
HONORABLE MENTION
written January 12, 2021
for "A Ghost Story" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Angela Tune
Copyright ©
L Milton Hankins
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