![]() spooky kidsA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)![]() family resemblances![]() I see ghosts…
Ghosts in my grand And grandkid’s eyes I see traces of my mother and father’s faces In their tears when they cry There’s a ghost Of Grandmaw’s humour That peeks out when they smile There’s a spooky look Of Grandpaw’s wrinkled face That pops out once in a while There’s that open grin That cute cleft chin That all their uncles had There’s that impish look My brother took when he knew He was being bad There’s a haunting hint A familiar glint in those young eyes Of faces that I can see And the scariest part And this breaks my heart Is that sometimes… they look like me © 2012 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic) |
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Added on March 23, 2012 Last Updated on April 17, 2012 Author![]() David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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