My Ghosts – a poem by Maggie Palmer

My Ghosts

 
Could my own rosaries, en route to heaven,
so consecrate the chair I used to pray?
Would my own solecisms lighten, leaven
the speech of children continents away?

Will I so overshadow part
of time and space, a corner of a heart,
almost to walk where I am wanted?
Almost to haunt as I am haunted?

Maggie Palmer has recently graduated from the University of Dallas with a B.A. in English and Classical Philology and currently lives with her family in Fort Cavazos, Texas. Her work has appeared in such magazines as Blue Unicorn, The Lyric, Grand Little Things, and Mezzo Cammin.

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