by Natasha Head

Created on: October 27, 2010

Every evening when the clock chimes nine,

And the kids are tucked in bed,

I have a man who visits me

Together we break bread.

His face is sad, his heart is bruised

For his wife he cannot find.

He used to meet her every night

At just about this time.

He shared with me the story of

How she went away,

And the promise that she spoke

That she would return some day.

He takes his bread and dips it in

My homemade turkey pie

He takes his hankie and wipes his chin,

I don't want to question why.

With deep sighs he continues on

With his tale of woe

How his heart aches for his love

And how she had to go.

She moved toward a golden light

That only she could see,

Left behind he was alone

To face eternity.

For three years now he's sat with me

Every night at nine.

And like smoke he disappears

Right about bedtime.

I've told him that the day will come

When the light will shine for him,

And there she will be waiting,

To begin their life again.

He thanks me and just smiles soft

A sign of disbelief

I hold his hand and try to help

Him get through his lonely grief.

He stands and slowly raises

Moving down my hall,

A wave and then he vanishes

Right through my bedroom wall

The day will come when he won't visit

Because he's found his way

Into the light where his wife's waiting

With open arms to say...

"My ghostly love why has it

taken you so much time,

for you to realize where you are

and to read my signs?"

"Every night I've watched you sit

and visit with this girl,

as though you had no wife waiting

in this other world.

I'm here now and will always be

you're one and only love.

And now that you have come to me,

Our kingdom waits above."

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