Little Girl in the Cemetery Garden by Ken Allan Dronsfield

On a Sunday evening in late spring

birds are at rest, and stars now shining

the full moon rises just over the hills

I sit on the granite bench in the garden

and reflect on burying Dad last week.

A little girl appeared by the fountain

and danced her little minuet in silence

white moon flowers began to open

her dress was white with red roses.

I knew that what I was seeing was a

little ghost girl, dancing to the full moon.

I started to speak, then thought better

and after she finished, she turned to me,

smiling, she looked me in the eyes but

melted away into the hazy mist in all about.

I was truly saddened to see her disappear

but realized, she had made me smile and I

felt a sense of tranquility during this great loss,

calming my wounded soul, a gifting of serenity.

I return, upon each night of the rising full moon

to talk to my Dad as he peacefully rests and

go to the stone bench to sit and relax in silence

and watch the little girl dance in the garden.

Ken Allan Dronsfield is a disabled veteran poet and fabulist. His work has been published world-wide in various publication venues. He loves writing, thunderstorms, walking in the woods and spending time with his cats Willa and Yumpy. His poetry books, "The Cellaring" and "A Taint of Pity" are on Amazon.