Spooky Kids...Familiar Faces Poem by David Whalen

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