There the elderly woman sat staring
watching the daily surge
of humanity walking and driving by
not able now to converse
within their own perpetual routine
few ever noticed Jean!
When she was young an open space
a village small so quaint
there with parents and four siblings
father a farm labourer
mother the house was her domain
never did she complain!
It may have been a humble abode
such a long time ago
reminiscing of years long passed
now the only survivor
had never known any other home
never wanted to roam!
For the few who dared to glance
to see what was within
usually saw the derelict eyesore
a decaying old house
boarded up tight well protected
years before erected!
Oddly the large lounge room window
was partly uncovered
where Jean sat watching as always
her spirit here remained
it was her home did not want to leave
still existed did believe!
Some sure there was something here
a shadowy outline
how the decades passed so quickly by
as the legend grew
of a ghostly figure sometimes seen
not realising it was Jean!
Here the dead observed the living!
The Foureyed Poet.