FAMILY GHOSTS
© Elizabeth Lance

Where's my lipstick, Betty? I had it here last night.
Whoever used my best shampoo - the lid's not screwed on tight!
How often must I say it? - "Please close the flyscreen door"
You've eaten up the chocolate cake - I'm not making any more!

I can't be everywhere at once - go look for it yourself:
It could be where you left it last, just near the laundry shelf.
Could someone take that phone call: my hands are wet with suds?
Could Susan feed the animals�.could someone peel the spuds?

It's always someone else's turn - there's someone else to blame.
The other's grass is greener, so they always want the same.
There's always time for what THEY want, but never time for me
Believe it when I tell you - it's hell - pure purgatory!

I've been told that they'll grow out of it, but I can hardly wait
To discover I've got humans here instead of ET's mate!
Our family has two adults - the children number three
But always there's a little ghost, with high-pitched whine - 'NOT ME!!!"

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