Glowing faintly

Against the old seventies wallpaper

A small child,

Skin pallid,

Hair dark.

She stands at his bedside

Watching the boy who,

All these years later,

Lies where she once did.

He sleeps calmly,

Unaware of the phantom

A mere two feet away.

She longs to be like him

Able to age past seven,

Able to leave this room.

But ghosts are bound

And she will be here

A hundred years hence,

When someone else's figure

Lies sleeping in this room.