High Tech Hauntings
Daily, the internet delivers
my ghosts to me. Dad
leaning on his walking
stick beside Sandy Pond.
Mom and Maggie cooing
over me, a swaddled infant.
Mother’s Day, Father’s Day
produce an avalanche of the dead.
Now every day is Samhain.
The dead return to visit
their loved ones, post
comments on Facebook.
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Those after death Facebook posts spook me.
Yes! Your line breaks are so great in this poem:
Daily, the internet delivers
my ghosts to me. Dad
Is this Sandy Pond on Lake Ontario? If so, we have something in common…(I’m from Upstate, NY)