The Haunted Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Lucy, dear aunt,
where do you lay?
Your death has stolen
my childhood away...
hid under the earth
where wild rabbits play.

Do you rise
and glide at night
in your gown
of heavenly light,
holding violets
in your hands,
do you wander
this burial land?

Amongst the archaic
grey stoned names,
weather stained
and hung with moss,
I've searched and wondered
through all time
what evil nailed you
to a cross.