Grandma's House

Allusive faces  
with prominent voices  
stalk these aging halls.  
They call out names,  
they call out our names,  
with familiar sounding screams.  
Try to dismiss it all a dream,  
but I know better...  
 
Shadows walking to and fro  
from a land I do not know.  
Taunting children  
sought as fair game  
even as an adult  
they remember my name.  
 
Memories of love and light break through the second I reflect and think about you,  
but darkness waits there in the shadows  
of the only home I ever knew.  
 
Stomps and shuffles  
of restless feet  
walk in vacant rooms.  
Voices pull us  
from our sheets;
the mocking presence that looms.  
 
Call me crazy,  
Call it remorse,  
but you haven't played on their obstacle course.  
Reality for me was dismissed a dream  
but seeing is believing.