Childhood Fears

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    Childhood Fears

    It lived in the toy box
    It lived under the bed
    It lived in the closet
    And under the shed

    It lived in the basement
    All musty and dark
    It lived in the hallway
    It lived in the park

    It lived under the bushes
    That grew by the fence
    It lived in the woods
    Where the trees were so dense

    It lived in the attic
    Where old trunks were kept
    It was stealth and quite sneaky
    It attacked when I slept

    Dad would come to my rescue
    When I was afraid
    He would check out the closets
    He would close all the shades

    He would leave on a night light
    Outside of my room
    He swept under the bed
    With mom’s old battered broom

    He would hug me and tell me
    I was big and so brave
    Then he’d yell at the boogie
    And make it behave

    So tonight I was called
    To my little ones room
    I smile as I walk in
    To defeat boogies that loom

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    danmartyjake1 commented on Childhood Fears

    09-13-2009

    Lovely,... A child's book perhaps is a good place for this gorgeous little jewel. Talented write. Loved it! 10 from me

    frog commented on Childhood Fears

    08-03-2009

    This is so sweet. I loved it. It never occurred to me to 'defeat' the boogies. Thanks for the tip!

    blu commented on Childhood Fears

    05-15-2009

    This made me feel good especially dad yelling at the boogie to behave, priceless!

    LenaMP

    05/28/2009

    Blu; Thank you for all the lovely reviews of my poems. I'm glad you enjoyed them. I'll return the favor very soon. Lena

    bandit1192 commented on Childhood Fears

    03-16-2009

    I enjoyed this so much. I have one something like it. I'll have to put it back on. Well done. TS

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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