Like an ethereal presence You hang out everywhere. Not a naughty or scary goblin, Rather, an inquisitive observer, A concerned, caring custodian, Visiting every niche and closet Where we stuff the undesired Of our messy, blemished lives, You haunt territories we ignore, Hoping we will find you there.
I have reared, or helped to rear, five children and the scariest bit, bar none, is the learning to drive part. It has filled me with anxiety not only about the children, but also about my former self and my friends.