Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
We live in this world
Where we know what we know
And we know that there is more we don’t.
Yet why do some believe
And why do some insist
That the only creatures there are; the ones that we know exist.
I was just a wee lass
When I saw my first soul
A wee scary Casper the ghost on a loo.
And I’ll admit
That that Casper
Was probably constructed inside my imagination
But the others were most certainly not.
My Grandfather, my father in law
The little girl at the foot of Mum’s bed
Ex humans in ex human form
Are not souls potentially creatures we just don’t understand.
(My Grandparents had an outdoor toilet. On a dark and foggy night, I went and there was a scary Casper the ghost! Pretty certain I just imagined that as no one else has ever claimed that toilet was haunted by anything other than a couple of green tree frogs.)