david miedzianik / autistic poet

[sweetwater]

Ghosts
Well, it is Monday right now.
I am sitting in the house by myself.
Or am I by myself with these ghosts around?
I can feel them as I look out of the window.
These ghosts loved me so much.
Now all I have is myself to trust.

Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.

I remember the ghost of my grandma.
She still haunts the house.
I sleep in her bedroom now.
My bedroom is very small so now I sleep in her room.
I have my radio cassette player in her room with me.
She always thought the music I played was in the wrong key.

Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.

I remember the ghost of my mum.
I don't go in her room all that much.
On the times I do go in I look at old photos in her drawers.
The house is full of old photos and slides.
My mum loved taking photos of places we'd been to.
Dear mum, these photos make me remember you.

Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.

My mum and grandmother always wanted the best for me.
I think things would have been better if I had had a job.
Being out of work all these years got me under mum and gran's feet.
Even so they still wanted the best for me.
Things started to get bad when my mum got Parkinson's Disease.
Being on heavy sedatives I couldn't manage to stay up all night.

Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.

I have still got the video recorder my mum bought for me.
I dont' suppose I will get another video recorder so easy.
I don't suppose I will get anything so easy now.
And yet everyone expects me to get by somehow.
I have got the phone bill to pay in a bit.
If I didn't have a phone I'd go out of my wits.

Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.

I would run up the phone bill up when mum was alive.
Mind you, she and all her helpers used it a lot too.
I could get long distance on our phone in those days.
When my mum was alive we had enough to pay.
Now I've got to count my pennies. Now I've got to count the cost.
When my mum got Parkinsons Disease I didn't think of her as boss.

Well it's another Monday night.
When I remember these ghosts, everything seems allright.


David C.
Miedzianik. Written... 9th. August 1993.

[dadio]

Excellent poem