There’s ghost in her walls
Whistling hisses, cracks, and pops of radiators
Fire of a steam boiler warms the air
Uneven tongue and groove Grandma’s old area rug Those creaky Mahogany doors
Cracks in the plaster
Smell of everything that came before
Seventeen coats of paint on every inch
Even the plugs and light switches
Wind chilling you from single pane windows
Knob and tube wiring
My brother hid his treasures
In a box under an old plank floor
Passed from family to family
The happiness and heartbreak
Whispered in your ear
Come on in blow the dust off
Open up and write something In her book of lore







