A (Parenting) Halloween Poem
Cold air kisses the nape of her neck
taunting her
pulling her abruptly from sleep
to the sound of piercing cries echoing down the corridor.
She slowly emerges
heart racing
eyes blurry
trying to follow the slivers of light that seep under the bedroom door.
In just two steps
she feels blinding pain
shards of glass
it seems
ripping her skin.
She can feel the slow stem of blood.
A wince, a quick shudder,
and she moves forward.
The cries persist.
Loud.
Piercing.
Shrill.
Moments seem like an eternity as she makes her way through the door
past the open window
wind whistling through the cracks
into the next room
where the cries grow more savage.
Glowing eyes meet her.
She sighs.
Picks up her baby
And holds her tight.
Another long night of rocking a sweet goblin to sleep.
Happy Halloween! Be sure to visit the poems from my bloggy friends!
From Baking in a Tornado: Stubble, Rubble, Boil and Bubble
From The Momisodes: Ode to Candy Tax
From Spatulas on Parade: Ghost, Gobblins and Dessert OH MY
From Someone Else’s Genius: It Could Happen – A Poem
From Confessions of a Part-Time Working Mom: Of Springboks and Ghouls
From People Don’t Eat Enough Fudge: Nothing To Fear Here
From Measures of Merriment: Witches & Vampires
From The Bergham Chronicles: Spooktacular Poetry
From Sparkly Poetic Weirdo: The Maddening Mask
From The Angrivated Mom: Cursed by the Devil’s Kiss
I’m officially scared!!
Good! It’s scary over here!
Lovely & Spooky Halloween Poem. Just BOOtiful!
Haha. Thank you!
You mean they didn’t pick up all the Legos before they went to sleep!?! Inconceivable!
I had a feeling you’d understand!
I wondered what fate awaited her and you did not disappoint with your twist ending. And yes, it sure did bring back memories.
Oh good! I’d hoped the twist would work!
Ohhh I hope that sweet little goblin lets momma get some sleep. 😉
I hope so, too. 🙂
Love the parenting poem, I think we’ve all had this nightmare
Luckily, we know there’s an end in sight!
I remember those nights well!
Those babies are very demonic at 3am, now aren’t they!?! LOL! Great poem!
Haha – yes. Thank you!
Nothing like stepping on a toy in the middle of the night! Spooky poem, great job!