Hanging in the space
the ghost rubbed its base,
it left a bright spark,
a flash in frightening dark,
the little girl huddled in her room,
she slid herself in a corner as if broomed,
the ghost made a swirl,
as if firecrackers were on whirl,
this scared her more,
her voice sunk inside her,
she could not even scream,
she folded her skeleton,
flattening little meat on it,
and closed her tiny eyes,
the ghost had completed its arrival,
and was no longer lamenting for survival,
it took shape,
and featured under little girls eyes under cape,
his face grew clear..and the ghost was man,
recognizing him the little girl ran,
it was dad,
who was long dead,
he had come,
so that she could have comfort some,
she sobbed in ethereal embrace,
the ghost had come not to scare,
but to grace.