My Blue Ghost

I watched the world on a little box;

Square, bright, static and blue.

A friend in the rain, a friend in the dark;

Too much to learn and to fast to absorb.

It gave me an opinion and a voice;

A favoured blue tint follows me like a ghost.

It inspired my style, my outlook and my mood;

Grown from the hazy ghost of the little grey box.

Blue is now the colour I am, mine not yours;

Highlighted in the woman standing that you see.

We cried together, we howled with laughter;

The little box that watched the quiet girl grow.

Now a woman with a permanent blue ghost.