Our ghost was a friendly one. We bought the house from is widow. He was also our friend before his untimely death.
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Red
His name was Ron
and he had fiery red hair.
He’d visit us
at unexpected moments.
In the middle
of the night
our bedroom door
would open
and my husband
would say,
“Ron, get the hell
out of here.”
Some days I’d
get home from school
and the back door
would be wide open
and I’d know
Ron had been there.
He died on a motorcycle
when he was twenty,
a bike he’d been
working on
in the cellar
of what became our future home.
I think he was pleased
to see how happy we were there
and wanted
to be part of our lives.
I put touches of red
in all the rooms.
19 comments:
Oh, that's sweet. What a lovely remembrance.
Ah, yes! Not all ghosts are terrifying.
I like to think of friednly ghosts too, I love the ending to this poem
a like this a sweetly, simple
tribute, & the touches of red in all the rooms is beautiful, so
meaningful.
what a sweet ghost story! The thing that worries me most about having red around is... Is he seeing you do EVERYTHING?? I would be a bit shy about that! haha
A lovely ghost. I often wish I knew a ghost, a friendly one of course, who would show me tricks and how to scare the neighbour next door.
This would make a super children's story.
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This reminds of a ghost story that I didn't tell - about the door that kept opening unexpectedly in the first house we owned. We always greeted it with, "come on in, Mrs. Ghost. Did you bring the children to play with ours?" It was a bit of scare-proofing for our children, of course.
I glad you also had a friendly one.
a wonderful thing to show acceptance and give welcome to a restless soul!!!
oh i loved this... i so want a ghost... but they seem to shy away from me as i must want them too much....
great poem!
a touch of red to remember..I liked the emotion in this
What a sweet, benign presence. I'd like to think he'd watch over you as well.
How cool is that? To know your ghost and honour him with red in every room.
I love this--love the touches of red in the rooms.
I love that he wanted to be part of your lives and your happiness!
That is lovely. I love ghost poems and the ending, as Juliet says, is perfectly wonderful, a real artisan's touch.
I love this notion. It's as if you'd adopted and are nuturing this ghost-boy.
Thank you.
oh, my... i loved this! how wonderfully creative! it does appear he did indeed want to be a part of your lives....
Very cool story! A friendly ghost:) How great of you to let him stay and not try to push him out of his old (and your new)home.
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