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Kaileigh Grieb is a freshman at Endicott College studying communications and journalism in the hope of becoming a journalist. She found a passion for writing late in high school and it’s only grown since then. In her free time, she can be found writing poems, short stories, and other genres of literature.

Kaileigh Grieb

Nana’s Three Sisters

She always looks out the window and always tells me the same thing as we take our usual route home,
“How I do love those three old houses on Route 6A+.”
Those three old houses lit up with candles in the window.
Those three old houses that stick out like a sore thumb on the road.
Those three old houses that remind me of “simpler times.”
“The Three Sisters” as the neighborhood calls them, built neatly in a row.
My grandmother always asks to take the scenic route
in the hopes of driving by the
“Three Sisters”.
She longs to meet the owners
to tell them how much
 she loves the houses.
How nosey my grandmother can be.
She always tells me of how
“The Three Sisters” were built by a sea captain for his three young daughters when they married.
How proud he must have been of those three old houses on Route 6A.
He died at sea…..
never got to see his three girls move
into those three houses,

but I know he was watching over them
as it’s told,
his ghost wanders… house to house
on certain summer nights.
The dead sea captain knows me
and knows my grandmother,
how can he not?
We are his regulars.
I hope we get to meet one day,
to finally put a face to that old man’s name.

— Kaileigh Grieb