Shirley Alexander

Rookie - 1 Points (Somewhere under heaven, Georgia, USA)

A Family Treasure - Poem by Shirley Alexander

I was only five when I first heard the ghost
getting water from our backyard well.
The steady rhythm of a muted squeak;
drawing up that old bent metal pail.

The haunting sound went on for years;
it awakened me most every night.
I would listen, afraid to close my eyes,
until came the morning light.

When I grew up and moved away,
I left that old well ghost behind.
I started my new life with the plan
of a good night’s sleep on my mind.

Mama had many lovely things;
she gave some of them to me.
The best thing was her old iron bed,
which was passed down in our family.

My wedding night, I could not wait
to sleep peacefully in my treasured bed.
But, in the middle of lovemaking I heard
an old familiar sound instead.

My husband wondered why I laughed
so hard, until I finally said:
“That ghost, which tortured me for years,
was the squeaking of Mama’s iron bed.”


Comments about A Family Treasure by Shirley Alexander

  • Rookie James Ronan (4/11/2009 12:11:00 AM)

    I like it! Humor is the best medicine. I will read all of your poems.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 29, 2009

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