Ghost of Family Ties

I met my missy down by the stables
one forlorn velvet night.
Swept her off her feet, she had exclaimed,
I was the man she long searched for.

Three sweet years later, we prayed for
a little pea to call our own.
With haunting eyes like her dear mother,
she claimed a smile of mine.

Today they live like a picture
hang upon the skull in my head.
Who knew she had a life outside our crib,
a marriage arranged from she was twenty.

Took our girl she did;
beautiful memories eroded by time
like relict joints in weathered limestone.

Submitted for Colm's 7-Day challenge:
"Believe only half of what you see and
nothing that you hear."
by Edgar Allan Poe