When Mother would turn out the light,
Into the darkness, I would stare
And look for monsters waiting there.
My terror's lasted all my life,
E’en after I became a wife,
Though I admit there's far less fear
When someone else is sleeping near.
But still, the darkness frightens me.
Still harbours scary things, you see.
Into the darkness, I will stare
For thugs and villains waiting there.Once, Husby took me out to see
A great new movie, just released.
About a girl, so sweet and kind
Who could control things with her mind.
That night, my world again askew,
The light stayed on because I knew
The darkness, into which I stared?
For certain, Carrie waited there.
And beings who would steal your mind
Performing tests on all mankind.
Into the darkness I still stare
And watch for aliens waiting there.
And so it’s been - the darkness wins,
The light goes off, and my mind spins.
Creating creatures in the night
That disappear by the morning light.
Last night I stumbled down the hall
Intent on answering nature’s call
And when I glanced into the mirror,
My reflection was just one pale blur.
For my trifocals help me out,
So I can see my way about.
If in the darkness, I did stare,
I’d not see anything waiting there.
Hmmm . . .
What you can't see won’t hurt you, right?
Shhh . . . I’m turning off the light.
Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot
With Poetry, we all besought
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts.
Perhaps a grin?
So all of us, together, we
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you've read what we have wrought . . .
Did we help?
