spooky kids

spooky kids

A Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)
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family resemblances

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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
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David O Whalen  (O Haolin in Celtic)
David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)

Las Vegas, NV



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Born 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..

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