Ancestors
Claire Howland
I never really believed in ghosts
I never liked to think
that they could linger, watching
too many fears are nurtured in our youth
of silent shadows in the cobweb dusk
and eyes which under beds are lurking
ghosts are inside everyone
our hands, our hearts, our minds and souls
are all reflections of the past, we’re living
along the paths our ancestors have made
the bridges that we build along the way
are forming branches of a tree, connecting
and as you walk along the paths
the trees are looking down at you
and upwards to the sky they’re always growing
they’re watching, smiling, knowing.