The Unquiet Family

I am a ghost

my dark eyed grandma is too

I have a ghost dog

and a cat you can see right through.


My Mother dug us

all our graves

and my Uncle buried us deep

they planted a sapling

over our heads

and begged us to keep asleep.


My Dad is not a ghost

my Grandpa isn’t one too

they all live in a  fancy new house

with my Mom, my uncle

and a room

full of children’s toys

that nobody ever goes into.


The neighbors smile and wave hello

when they walk or drive slowly by

and nobody asks what


to the girl, her pets and her dark eyed grandmother

in their old house

the night stars all fell  from a red cloudy sky

and the

Moon turned icy blue.


Day 2 of  Na/GloPoWriMor: Write a poem that resists closure by ending on a question, inviting the reader to continue the process of reading (and, in some ways, writing) the poem even after the poem ends.

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