The Ghost Of The Old Homestead Still Lingers
The Old Homestead
It looked so warm and inviting to stay,
But the ghost of the past as ran you away.
You're not welcome here they said.
We are the ghost of the pass of your childhood days.
Can’t you see the little boys playing in their beds, giggles and
Laughs star dust dancing in their head of how one day they will
Become men to contend with the world outside their window pane.
Yes Sir Mr. Ghost he sighed, I’ve forgotten those youthful days
While on our backs my brother and I lay whistling our songs
Wondering why the days did not last long.
The ghost of the past just pushed you away. Look forward my dear,
They would say.
Listen to the little girl while having tea with her dolls.
Saying, sit up straight girls in your chairs no slumping are playing
Tea time is here. I have served us some cookies from mother’s cookie nook
But we all have to share.
Yes Sir Mr. Ghost of my pass she sighed, I have a real doll now a daughter
She’s two and a son of my fortune and he is his father’s little twin.
We are the ghost of the old homestead telling of memories a mother’s job
Well done. She is sitting and starring out the window of the old homestead
Mother can still hear her children playing as if it was yesterday.
She knows it is the ghost of the old homestead.
The old homestead sits quiet and still.
No tenants because of the ghost of the old homestead.
They speak silently and whispers.
Don’t bother us leave us alone.
We hold the memories of a mother and children playing
The giggles and laughs.
The tears that was dried with her old cup towels,
That brought smiles of joy.
The sweet kisses she left on their cheeks at night as she tucked them in bed, her children saying good night to be left with her soft scent that lingers.
We only tell of the pass.
We mean you no harm, for we are just the ghost of the old homestead.
(c)5/3/2010 Sharon Smith