Ghost Children

The house is in ruins
The people are gone
There is dust allover
But the ghost children linger on.

As the daylight fades
Children are inside
They keep talking to themselves
Making noises all night.

Their voices are a scream
Their eyes gleam
They talk, laugh and play
But these things are very rare.

As the night fades
They wave farewell
And it seems as if they are saying
A merry goodbye.

( 9 April 2002 )