Poem: Ghosts In The Attic

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The ghosts were residents
in the attic of
Grandma Murray’s house
for years.
Each Halloween she
would go and party
with the ghosts,
knew all their names,
met the new residents
over drinks and toffee apples
each year.

Halloween 2018 arrived
and Grandma Murray
joined the ghosts in the attic
permanently.
She wasn’t nervous when the time came,
her best friend ghost Geraldine held her
fragile, frail bones and helped her
descend from her body
up to the attic.
This year they continue
to dance, drink and be happily spooky
together.
The ghosts in the attic,
friends in death.

2 comments on “Poem: Ghosts In The Attic

  1. Ericajean says:

    Great poem here, I like how the Halloween, humor and memories of Grandmother blend together to deliver something light but seasonal.

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