and lyric is lyrical

(Andree here) Lyric wrote the following poem this past June, and told Mom it was okay to post here. There is a certain sense of peace I gain from it, a thought of Erik watching over the place, as those who have beat us to the beyond are often said to do.
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FOREVER

At night when sleep draws near
I hear many sounds all around

The wind, the rats, and possibly bats
But other than that I hear
My Dad walking through the house,
Almost as silent as a mouse

For when he died here on this day
His ghost would never go away

Lyric Anwyn Purdom, 6/2011