Just as I reach the topmost stair
someone is always sitting there,
Even when voices are heard below,
the Ghost is waiting for me, I know!
It's not that I'm afraid at all,
when Shadows flicker across the wall,
It's almost a comforting thought that he
enjoys some Human company.
Only it's strange to be sitting here,
the Ghost, with me, and feel no fear,
It's just that I know he'll always be there,
and waiting beside the topmost stair.
by
Shirley Frances Winskill 2001
