Ghosts of Relatives Past
The Ouija board was a childhood friend
That was used like a telephone line
I'd sit close as Mom and Aunts 'played'
Talking with relatives of mine
An old wine glass was used as a pointer
Baby powder to make it glide
They'd circle the glass round and round
To ring up the other side
Then the glass would move on its own
Their fingers barely holding on as it went from A to L
They'd greet my uncle as if he were there
They knew his signal well
They'd asked about my brother
Who had just recently passed
He'd
write back, Greeter was his new job
And my Mom seemed peaceful at last
They'd
ask about the others
Who had gone to the other side
The wine glass
would pick up speed
As Uncle Al replied
Aunt Gus was now a teacher
Who
left this heavenly plane
Uncle Ed is still trying
To walk the Earth again
Mom and Aunts would ask about the future
Always curious about what will be
But the glass would stop, the Spirit gone
The future is for us to see
