A Family Treasure Poem by Shirley Anne Alexander

A Family Treasure

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I was only five when I first heard the ghost
getting water from our backyard well.
The steady rhythm of a muted squeak;
drawing up that old bent metal pail.

The haunting sound went on for years;
it awakened me most every night.
I would listen, afraid to close my eyes,
until came the morning light.

When I grew up and moved away,
I left that old well ghost behind.
I started my new life with the plan
of a good night's sleep on my mind.

Mama had many lovely things;
she gave some of them to me.
The best thing was her old iron bed,
which was passed down in our family.

My wedding night, I could not wait
to sleep peacefully in my treasured bed.
But, in the middle of lovemaking I heard
an old familiar sound instead.

My husband wondered why I laughed
so hard, until I finally said:
"That ghost, which tortured me for years,
was the squeaking of Mama's iron bed."


Thursday, January 29, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: family,ghost,humorous
James Ronan 11 April 2009

I like it! Humor is the best medicine. I will read all of your poems. jimmer

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Shirley Anne Alexander

Shirley Anne Alexander

Somewhere under heaven, Georgia, USA
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