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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, March 11, 2011

The Children's Hour *

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It's the Children's Hour again and the ghosts come out to play
Some must be coaxed from hiding spots
Some are loud and boisterous tots
We welcome them into our room
We don't shoo them away
At the Children's Hour

We build them altars out of clay
We paint their portraits with our crayons
With feathers, glitter, and glue
We construct our own memento mori
And decorate them with colorful beads
     to wear around our necks
At the Children's Hour

We are not afraid of ghosts here
We have seen them all
Even the monsters that live
in your dreams
And make you think of terrible things
That make you mad or make you scream
They're welcome here too
At the Children's Hour

Every ghost has a story to tell
Perhaps about heaven or maybe about hell
Even a silent ghost
Has a lot to say
At the Children's Hour

This poem was inspired by my work with a children's bereavement group through Hospice.

submitted for Poets United, Thursday Think Tank #39 - Ghosts

10 comments:

Laynee said...

Love the poem. It's too true that ghosts have a story to tell.

Lolamouse said...

Laynee-Thank you so much. I'm trying to get psyched up to do another group at hospice with the kids. Lots of ghosts to meet. And point taken about your work. Sometimes mine is made up as well or "true stories from my fake life"!

Fireblossom said...

Oh gosh. Bless them.

Old Ollie said...

Sad one - just got out of the hospital with my baby - great write.

Ella said...

How meaningful to share yourself like this!
Great job~

Poets United said...

Oh no one will know more about ghosts than children of a hospice group. So sad, but the children have so much wisdom. Such a good poem.So nice to see you at Poets United.

bodhirose said...

I am passing The Versatile Blogger Award onto you. I hope you will accept. I have enjoyed your meaningful writings.

http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/2011/03/12/the-versatile-blogger-award/

kshawnedgar said...

Strong images. Alters out of clay. I really enjoyed reading this.

Short Poems said...

I enjoyed reading your writing!

Jingle said...

sad, well done.