Posted by Sassy_Catt

Posting this for Anita

 

Spirit - A Story Poem Snow falls softly on the stone Of the old forgotten grave On the outskirts of the graveyard, Down a path that Time has paved. Chisled on the leaning marker, Only part of which still show, Are the words"Lorinda Parker- Murdered child and haunted soul". No other words are written, Nothing more about her fate. Not even years are noted; There's no birth or dying date. Those that linger feel such sorrow, At that grave so all alone, And a certain sense of horror. Surely some had hearts of stone- To have left her there abandoned. All around-signs of neglect, With no marking of her lifetime- No great show of last respect. But upon the witching hour, A mist begins to form; And unfolding from the ether, A spirit girl is born.... anita callender October 23, 2004 all rights reserved