I see ghosts…
Ghosts in my grand
And grandkid's eyes
I see traces
of my mother and father's faces
In their tears when they cry
There's a ghost
Of Grandmaw's humour
That peeks out when they smile
There's a spooky look
Of Grandpaw's wrinkled face
That pops out once in a while
There's that open grin
That cute cleft chin
That all their uncles had
There's that impish look
My brother took when he knew
He was being bad
There's a haunting hint
A familiar glint in those young eyes
Of faces that I can see
And the scariest part
That breaks my heart
Is that sometimes… they look like me
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