Ghost of Her

by Maud   Apr 6, 2021


I’m sitting outside without you.

I see the rocking chairs moving in the wind
and I wonder if there is someone sitting it them.

Maybe it’s my grandma.

Maybe it’s a ghost.

Maybe it’s nothing and sometimes that means the most.

I remember being young and dumb.
I remember holding your hand as you mumbled words that didn’t make sense.

You made sense.

With the sadness and the drama that filled my life.

You were my light.

I couldn’t be who am I today
without having you there to remind me I’m okay.

I couldn’t say thank you enough,
Singing you are my sunshine while you barely make words.

You are my best poem.
You are breakfast in bed.

There’s something reminding me
of the fluffy pillow that my sister stole every time.

You made life feel alright.

Broken family with a saint to make it right.

I am you, reincarnated.

The mountain in Hawaii when we felt weightless.
Stood between two peaks that held us up.

You always held me up.

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  • 1 week ago

    by Keira Pickard

    Beautiful! I love the comparisons, similies and metaphors you make throughout the poem. My favourite lines were
    There's something reminding me
    Of the fluffy pillow that my sister stole
    Every time.
    For me, that just says it all! First of all, because it's a very . . . Sibling like thing to do. Secondly, because I live for fluffy pillows and comparing someone you love or admire to it fits perfectly, lol
    Is the title meant to be ' Ghost OF her ' or 'ghost or her'? Either way, it still works :)
    I love a good free verse and this is precisely what this is! the poem is stunningly written and I really enjoyed it.

    • 1 week ago

      by Maud

      Thank you so much! This really means a lot to me and I’m so glad you enjoyed it. My grandmother was everything to me and her memory is strong in me.

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