I write a “Ghost Girl” poem every year, and this year, it’s a little different. See, one of Lucy’s favorite things to do right now (spooky season or not) is to throw a sheet or blanket or towel over her head – probably one that she stole from the laundry basket or out of the cabinet while I wasn’t looking – and pretend to be a ghost. She walks around going “Boo!” and “OOOoooOOO,” and says, “I’m a ghost!” So, here you go, my sweet girl. This year’s poem is all yours. I hope you like it, you know, one day when you can read.

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Blink and you’ll miss me.
I’m fast and I’m sneaky,
and I know what I want you to see.
Some call me the Goddess of Thieves.
I sometimes call myself a ghost.
Mostly, I’m whatever I want to be,
and you better believe it –
I can get away with anything!

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It scares you, doesn’t it?
Here in the dark,
hemmed in by the damp, whole smell of earth and air
and the endless lapping of the water,
the spindly fingers of the trees crawling their way up into the night,
you feel it, I know,
that you’re not alone.
Yes, I’m here, and I’ll talk,
if only because you want to,
though you won’t like what I say.
You’d do well to remember, my curious friend,
to look beyond your lens and listen past your recordings
and truly see –
there are worse things haunting this place,
terrors more frightening and damned creeping in
the shadows of this world,
than me.

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Some have called me
ray of light
and some have called me
shadow.
It seems some universal law says
I can’t be both.
So, who am I to you?
Look closer –
Is it true?

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In my time,
I have seen many lives
come and go.
I wish you could hear.
I would tell you what I know:
Everyone leaves eventually.
Except me.

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