Hand in Hand

HAND IN HAND

I saw a man that wasn’t there
Standing on a solitary stair
All of a sudden he was gone
Single trace of him there was none
I told my mother of this tale
Yet her faith in me seem to fail
She told me off and sent me away
In my room I had to stay
I lay on my bed reading a book
When suddenly my shoulders were shook
I’m your friend he said
No one can see me because I am dead
Twenty years have been and past
I now know the truth, at last
A while ago my mother past away, and he was sad
Then I realised that he was my dad
Now every night together they stand
Mother and Father, hand in hand

G.J.Smith