Lovely Ghosts

They're all ghosts now.  
Grandparents  
They had the greatest Christmas tree  
In the world. All dressed up  
And nowhere to go  
Except in the corner  
Watching over all the gifts.  
Parents who provided everything and more  
Father even built a small gas station  
With a two-tier garage, a parking  
On top and  a slide for our toy cars,  
Big Brother, the oldest one,  
A teacher in his soul and  his whole life long  
But gone too soon.  
Some of them invading my dreams  
Ghosts dropping in on my  weird dreams  
Somehow beckoning me  
To come and join them  
Wherever they are, wherever they may be  
In heaven, assuredly  
For they all worked very hard  
To make a living  
To make things work  
Never complaining,  
Positive they were  
Loving life as I never did  
Never could  
But they are sending positive signals  
Positive vibes  
Cheering me on as I  slowly  
But steadfastedly  
Do my best to move along.