Monday, July 04, 2011

"The House By The Side of The Road"

I watched a show called "Ghost Stories."

The girl's grandfather read her that poem when she was young. He came back after he died and read it to her again while she was laying in bed.

My hair stood up on the back of my neck.

My Ma read it at my grandfather's funeral.

It means you are no better or worse than the next person.

His silence spoke volumes.