Was that a skeleton in my closet?

Was that a skeleton in my closet?

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Was that a skeleton in my closet?
Climbing down the course,
the winding Family Tree;
I shook the branches.
Finding...
no treasures, no trinkets,
no murders, no treachery
to speak of...
I thought how boring,
but then again,
such matters were hush hush
of a time not spoken, or written.
On the possible cover up;
a creaking of a door,
a scream in darkness,
I heard rattling bones
crawling on the floor.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Human beings are so interesting and complex. I have interest in genealogy but it has been challenging as I try to find info.............................blessings Kathy

Posted 8 Years Ago


andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

Thank you Kathy for dropping by and for your words. I shall visit you soon.

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