She lives in the wind,
So she might run her fingers
Through her beloved’s hair.
They live in the trees,
So they might lift their daughter,
Strong and bold, climbing to the top.
He lives in the doorbell,
So his songs can ring through
The quiet house and spark smiles.
They live in the birds,
So they can greet you every morning
And wish you a wonderful day.
He lives in the handkerchief,
So he can wipe away his tears
And offer comfort in sickness.
She lives in the gloves,
So she might guide her choices
And ensure they are hers to make.
They live everywhere.
It is their love that tethers them here.
What a unique and wonderful way to honour the spirits around us – love this poem!
I like the repetition and thread of the first line of each stanza and the way it ties not only the poem together, but the spirit and energy of the poem. love how the title “ghosts” sets it all up and that it is not used at all in the body of the poem. memorable poem – thank you!