The Haunting
Mom and dad been dead awhile now, 
one buried deep in the ground,
the other incinerated, ashes spread.
Yet, that doesn’t stop my ashen mother 
from coming around. Like the other day, 
she dropped by to tell me it’s okay 
to go mad on paper, just don’t it in public, 
they’ll lock you away she warned, 
she’d know. 

Dad, he’s been dead and quiet 
on subject for thirty years now.

© SB Joy, 2022

It seems not matter how many years have passed since my parents died, those inner parent voices are still alive, buried inside.

SB Joy

2 thoughts on “The Haunting

  1. They live through your words. I’m sorry for your lost ❤

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  2. No Ho says:

    Ack! My mother’s relentless perfectionism shows up when I’m driving, expecting other drivers to behave just as she wants.

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