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Dec 2011
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
John F McCullagh
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John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
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