Charlie

Charlie

A Story by Kathryn Smith



Years ago


When I was small


With dead pine needles


1 stick


A string


And a white bed sheet


Daddy and I built  


Charlie



With permanent marker


I gave him a face


And every October


I found him a space


To hang on our porch


So he could blow around


Free with glee




And as the years went on


I grew up


And the magic of Halloween


Faded


But still


He'd guard our home


Through autumn wind


Cold


Blustering leaves


Even snow


And when I'd arrive home


From a long day


I'd pull in the driveway


And Charlie's face


Would always turn my way


As if to greet me


Happily




It's just a bed sheet


I muttered


Just a decoration


He's not real





But each Halloween


Magic fills the air


And our Charlie


Comes to life


With The flicker of candles


Jack o Lanterns


And creatures of the night


He hangs on our porch


Watching


Waiting


Smiling


For trick or treaters


To arrive



And when it's time to put him


Back in the garage


I watch him all year


Lifeless


Soulless


Glow less


Gone






Charlie the ghost


I hope you'll always know


We love you here


With you


My childhood


And the spirit of Halloween


Will never completely


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© 2017 Kathryn Smith



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this is a poem yet its filed under story

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


"Years ago

When I was small

With dead pine needles

1 stick

A string

And a white bed sheet

Daddy and I built

Charlie..." - probably the best leading stanza I've read in a long time Kat. I wish I'd written this moving account of life and love.
:))

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


Thank you for sharing this tender, innocent vignette of your childhood with your dad. These kinds of memories are so precious, sacred almost. Beautifully written and the picture is priceless! Happy Halloween to you and Charlie!

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


A sweet piece that exposes the human psyche in its deep rooted need for superstitions to ward off the evil we have been taught to fear. But those emotions that feeling when 'Charlie' is alive and sadness when he is a mere sheet in the garage may also be a delve back into the safety of childhood.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


A lovely topical poetic story. Memories are precious. Charlie is an icon to keep them alive.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago



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