CHILD GHOST

You appear upon
The dim lit landing
Dressed in white
Staring down the stairs
Frozen in a moment
A child of tender years.

You hold an old doll
In your hand
Barefoot as if risen
From your bed
Nightgown to your ankles
I can see you are dead.

Ive tried communication
But you do not reply
I feel youre looking
For your parents
Who sold the house
When you died.