Granny’s ghost in her chair
She just wanted to send me her love
Granny’s ghost in her chair
Last night, in the silence,
I saw her there,
my sweet granny,
in her old chair.
A ghostly glow,
a soft, warm smile,
happy fear
lingering a while.
Her eyes held light,
in that quiet space,
shadows surrounding,
my heart felt free.
Before I knew it,
granny had gone,
but this memory
will linger on.
I love you, granny,
smiling at me,
on my birthday,
You’re still here,
Loving me ♥️♦️♥️
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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What a great sharing story. I too have seen ghosts of family and even strangers for I believe in guardian angels and even every once in a while I feel a presence around me.
I may have seen one or two ghosts, but presences do last