I look at her
She is my little ghost
Light as a feather
On my shoulder
She is always with me
She keeps me alive
Lets me see Wonderland
Her adventures
Full of cream cakes
And piping hot tea
I would like to ask her
What it is like
To come back
Or never die
Do you have to believe
To carry on being
Maybe it's more important
That those you haunt believe
She giggles
As if I am realising
Who she is
She knows lots of things
Places them gently in my head
To play and think
To sleep and be
She keeps me safe
And makes me want to keep
Her safe too
My little ghost
Light as a feather
Always on my shoulder.
