This is the story of a house haunted by children and filled with love.
A Ghostly Poem
We needed a house as our family grew.
The price that was asked seemed too good to be true.
The house sat in grandeur at the top of the hill.
Yet, an aura about it gave me a chill.
Inside the house radiated darkness and dread.
It didn't feel right, that the last owner died in her bed.
Change the dark curtains, fresh paint, and some cheer,
And we would behold a home sweet home dear.
The first night in the house, we bed down for some dreams.
Our children in turn woke, with alarming screams.
"They're chasing us and making us run around!"
Their fearful voices announced while I frowned.
"I'll stay with you while you fall asleep tonight."
I calmed them, but wished that they didn't have a fright.
The next day I saw, standing in front of the French door,
The apparitions of children in all their splendor.
The boy and the girl were as sweet as can be;
Her in a dress; him in shorts and a tee.
I knew they were ghosts as they stood there and stared.
They seemed so harmless. They seemed to know I cared.
So now I had two more children of four and six.
Only these two were mischievously filled with tricks.
They were always hiding things and running around;
Always a delight; Always the clown.
We lived there together, and we all got along.
This home sweet home is where the little tykes will always belong.
--Written for a contest