I saw you little boy,
Dont be afraid,
I want to help you.
You Vanished.
We hear you.
You move our things little boy.
Do you hear us call for you?
'Little Boy' we say,
'Were have you put it? '
We want to help you.
Free you
Free you from this limbo.
Release you to the fairies in the pink sky.
Release you to your family.
Not in this world.
You dont belong her little boy.
Can't you see the difference?
Come and see me little one.
While i am working,
Just like before,
Just dont fade away.
When you do, walk away,
Fade from this world.
Be forever with the fairies My Little Boy Ghost.
a lovely thought, for the poor ill and departed ones. i'll keep this one.
Nicely done, I to once lived in a house where things went bump in the night and shadows fell in broad daylight. T
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've seen ghosts, Angels, spirits and my pets after they passed away.Our house is haunted by a monk's ghost.I see them completely not just as an orb or fleeting cloud of light.There must be a reason for the child's spirit to stay in limbo-is he dressed in modern clothing or clothing from another era? Good poem.a ten from me....keep writing-you are a much better writer than you give yourself in your auto-biography credit for.