Her hair is emerald green
Her eyes deep blue
Her lips are frozen
The way young children do
With words, they cannot speak.
A silly secret, words undone
A nightmare come…
Who knows why she is here
To make amends?
A ghost inside my head
A childhood memory long long dead.
I stole your ring when I was five
You will find it here inside the house.
The golden child we all lost
She took my ring for reasons I still know not.
Blessed she said, with love for all.
I searched the house but couldn’t find.
On mothers hand that night
I see my ring of emerald green.
She smiled; Annie brought it back for me
To let us know that love is always standing by
My big sister watching still…
©Anita Dawes
Traci Ashbe Dark Fantasy Author 