Homes For Ghosts Not Yet Departed
Shoved into a cramped musty
Tear filled place called a home
She knew it really meant a home for the unwanted
Waiting for her granddaughter
The one with long hair to read to her
Waiting to eat sweet pumpkin cheesecake
And drink peppermint tea
Out of the bone china set her own grandmother gave her
Waiting for someone to notice she was still real
© 1996 by Valerie Hardin, all rights reserved
Valerie Hardin, born in the early 70s,
grew up on Doctor Who and Scooby
Doo. She was kicked out of Nursing
School for falling down too many times.
Valerie is a published poet
and was in a play last summer. "They
paid me for dying on stage for the whole
summer."
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