The little girl was frightened, especially at night
She tried to be big and brave; she tried with all her might
But the new room was so scary all alone and it was cold
Her Grandad used to sleep there, but he died, ‘cause he was old

She tried to tell her Mama about her night time fears
But Mama firmly shushed her and wiped away her tears
“There’s no such thing as ghosts” she said “so I want to hear no more”
But the little girl still spent her nights looking at the door
That closed door really haunted her and caused her to decide
That tomorrow she would run away and find a place to hide

A kindly neighbour found her there and when she saw the tears
She put her arms around her and listened to her fears
That neighbour knew that Grandad was the little girl’s best friend
So she figured out a way to bring the fears to a sure end
With an insight that was brilliant and with kindness there to spare
She put this question to the child, and she put it with such care

“You know your Grandad loved you?” and the little girl agreed
“So why would he want to hurt you, what would be the need?
Even if he is there, think about it, understand
Maybe he just misses you and wants to hold your hand.”

The little girl went home then and thought it through some more
That night she lay there in her bed looking at the door
And as she drifted off to sleep a smile came, it was grand
Because she thought she saw her Grandad holding out his hand