Ghosts Poem by Kaci Tami

My grandma said Ghosts do exist
And that they live in the vastness of space
A conduit between the two worlds
The land of the living and the dead
She said it was not unlike Limbo that
Ancient Men whispered about in hushed tones
As if by speaking out loud
One would conjure up these spectres
Apparitions of the Underworld
Where they dwelt until a new soul
came along and offered them a new shell
Only then they would cross into the land of the living
So if ever you feel something
Or someone breathing down your neck
In the wee hours of the morning
It is just a ghost coming into your home
At least that’s what grandma said!