Granville

At first I thought the ghost a man,
Who owned our house some years ago.
But when I felt an ice-cold comfort
Throughout my darkest time of woe,
I knew for sure that he was kind,
Not angered by our trespass here.
And as my time spent with him grew,
I felt myself no longer fear.
For somehow I knew who he was;
I knew his build, his height.
So when I looked upon his face,
(Although I stood in fright),
I dared myself to watch him stand,
To watch him watch me back.
And though the fear inside me swelled,
To the point of heart-attack,
I knew his face, his tired eyes,
I knew his lively voice,
When he had left this haunted world,
Against our family's choice.


By
Kimberley Finn