For ninety years or more Zelda’s family owned her home. Generations born and died there, She never felt alone. The spirits of her parents She always felt close by And sometimes she would talk to them- to gossip on the sly. Most ghosts are rather lonely. Regard it from their point of view- To wait unseen, unbidden, with no one to talk to. It makes the loneliness we feel While incarnate seem a sham. We need only to make a call to reach our fellow man. But ghosts can not dial telephones And rarely get attention. Few master apparition hardly any I can mention. So take your cue from Zelda and the next time you’re at home have a spirited discussion with any ghosts who chance to roam. (To avoid two years in therapy Make **** sure that you’re alone.)
I came upon this story while doing an old townhouse in the Mott haven section of the bronx. The Granddaughter of the original owners still lived there, a woman in her forties. she was convinced that the spirits of her ancestors still dwelt in the walls. Her name has been changed to protect the innocent