Haunted with Love

by Cindi Handley Goodeaux

 

The house on the hill sits lonely and still

Dark, faded and old

Kids are afraid of what’s lurking within

Even the boldest of bold

Passersby say there’s not one scarier

But one brave soul dares

Sweet Pearl Lee, the helpful mail carrier

Delivers daily with care

Curiosity got the best of Kate

Riding by on her bike

“Miss Pearl, who lives here?” she called from the gate

Pearl turned, her smile pearly white

“Only the nicest of nice you will meet,

Ms. Milly Thigpen

She knows and loves everyone on this street

If you are sick, a card she sends

While hospitalized my husband receives

a card once a week

Outside, this withering old house deceives

Inside, come on, take a peek!”

Sweet Pearl took Kate’s hand, led her to the door

and pressed the small bell

Pearl patiently waited, Kate paced the floor

Door opened. and there was a smell

Of cookies and cakes, cinnamon spice too

Then there was a smile

Bigger and wider than either friend knew

Clothes and hair in ancient style

“Come in, dear friends! I’m happy you’re here!”

Ms. Millie said with a hug

Kate felt so happy and warm, melting her fears

She sat down on the pink rug

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