She bought an old home
filled with the ghosts of the Drakes
their homestead for 200 years.
Peeling off layers of weathered old wallpaper
left her weary by nightfall.
Instead of driving back into town
she took respite on an old mattress upstairs.
She dozed off wary
with concerns that she might have angered the Drakes
with her changes to their house.
But in peace she slept soundly
embraced by their spirits of love
for the care she extended
to the walls of their history.
She awoke knowing she was home.