Eternal Embrace. A Ghostly Saga Poem by Mervyn Graham

In the shadows of the night embrace,
Where spirits dance with gentle grace,
There roams a ghost, so sweet and kind,
With love that lingers, forever entwined.

Mum's presence, a beacon of light,
Guiding us through our darkest nights,
Her presence felt, a tender touch,
Bringing comfort, we so much.

In rooms where laughter fills the air,
She visits us, with love to share,
Tucking covers, with a mother's care,
Dispelling fears, with whispers rare.

Through attic doors and empty halls,
Her spirit wanders, heeding calls,
A scent of roses, a familiar sign,
A mother's love, forever divine.

In the hush of night, when all is still,
Echoes of movement, a spectral thrill,
Furniture shifted with ghostly might,
Guided by love, in the soft moonlight.

We called out, a plea sincere,
To the ghostly presence, ever near,
'Leave dad's chair where it rests tonight,
By the window's view, in the soft twilight.'

Dad, too, makes his fleeting call,
In the wee hours, in the hall,
A smile, a nod, a moment's glance,
A comforting presence, in life's dance.

And when friends, in need of care,
Find solace in her ghostly lair,
A gentle touch, a silent plea,
To soothe their hearts, to set them free.

So let us cherish, this ghostly crew,
Whose love endures, forever true,
In every creak, in every sigh,
They're with us still, beyond the sky.

Mervyn Graham (cc 2024)