My grandson Jack (aged six) and I were watching “Casper – the Friendly Ghost” and his comments were little pearls of wisdom.

If you want to clear a haunted house

All you have to do is clean

Use the brush, mop and bleach

Every corner you can reach

Just polish, wash and dust

Remove all trace of rust

Ghosts don’t like a shiny place

They know that they will have to face

The fact they have to go!!

Ghosts are made of wind, he said

That’s how they float and fly

They go through doors

Slip right through floors

Straight up to the sky

Ghosts can come back to earth, you know

Maybe they just want to show

Their families that they are quite alright

Not to be crying day and night

Heaven is Neveah backwards

I look at him mystified

“How do you know that, Honey?”

I curiously replied

He looked at me with those beautiful eyes

Crossed his arms with despairing sighs

“Nanny, it’s a girl in my school

I play with her every day

That’s why her name is really cool

She’s from a country far away

 

A child’s mind is a wonderful thing

Imagination running wild

You’ll hear the voice of reason and truth

Issue from the mouth of a child.

Jack, you’ve got me thinking

How precious it would be

If just for a tiny moment in time

A loved one I could see

If just for a split second

I could gaze upon the face

Of someone who has gone away

Words that I didn’t get to say

To touch his hand

To have him stand

Beside me for a moment

Yes, Jack you’ve got me thinking

How lovely that would be

Out of the mouths of babes

Hope, love and charity