At Poets United, the Thursday Think Tank prompt was Ghosts. Everyone should have a favorite one, right? Amy
The spider web draws past my cheek
I know she’s near
A whisper in the back of my being
A tug on that loose thread on my sleeve
A feeling of longing to see her again
She’s here, unseen but wholly present
when I need her most,
conjuring a smile from my sullen face,
reminding me that death is not the end,
but a beginning.
Blanche floats along
with the cloud of witnesses
especially for my benefit.
I am not afraid, for she is my angel:
My reminder of connection to the eternal.
© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil