The ghosts are all here today.
Even after death, none of them has learned to relax.
My mother is up in my old room, rearranging
My clothes in seasonal order. She has been dead
For a year, but is still determined to prepare me for Spring.
“This time you’re on your own,” she says.
“Just make sure you match.”
My grandfather, dead since my ninth birthday, slips
Into my study and peers over my shoulder.
“Keep up the good work,” he says. “And don’t
Forget that everything in this world is a racket.”
About the Author:
Kimberley Jessen is a writer living in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. She teaches reading and study skills at Lehigh Carbon Community College.