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Susan K. Rowse

Probated Ghosts

It 'taint' over till its over
Ain't that what they say?
Probation of an uncles' will
With a ghost who comes for pay
Dragging up his buried dreams
Some with aches and pains
Learning more from this man
Than I had ever dreamed
Treasures though so many
Valuable to just He
More tears than I can manage
In this lifetime of history
They're ghosts he tried to bury
Those he chose to forget
A son who died too early
The daughter who pains him, yet
Scars to last a lifetime
Cremated with his dreams
Legacies of determination
Usurped by callous schemes
A white-wash try to bury pains
He laughed before he died
He left me here to battle wits
To save, in death...his pride.