The Great Ghost Truman Poem by A.E.J. Jordan

He stayed in their house
To be near to his wife
She had died long ago
They vowed married for life

Buried very close by
And he cared so much so
He could not leave her there
All alone and just go

I could see him so well
Standing tall, straight and thin
In a white spotless shirt
Looking neat as a pin

With a leather black belt
And men’s dark trouser pants
Neatly pressed and precise
He stood proud in a stance

With a weathered worn face
That had seen many days
Thin white hair combed so neatly
With a barber shop shave

He had lived in the day
In a time in the past
When a man meant his word
And took care of his wife

Walls and floors didn’t matter
He could float anywhere
The material things
Were to Truman like air

Gliding up basement stairs
He would follow me there
Couldn’t stop walking fast
Raising all my neck hair

Through the kitchen tiled floor
That time scared me to death
Floated right through the floor
To the middle of his chest

With a small little smile
Didn’t mean any harm
But was rather amused
When I showed my alarm

He could turn on the lights
Move the ceiling fan round
Such a powerful good spirit
He kept safe those he found

I am honored to have known him
To have lived with him there
Taught me integrity and commitment
He had promised to be there

I saw a good man
How he lived; what he does
I was able to “see” him
For the person that he was

Through the curtains upstairs
A figure transparent as air
I can still see him there
He still stays because he cares

One day I pray comes
He can move on from there
Find his dear sweet wife’s spirit
So no longer he bears

Joining two shining souls
Long last together in peace
Flying up through the air
Years of suffering do cease