
Kids’ Tribunal
When wind howls like a banshee to fill the dark night air
and monsters lurk in closets or in creakings up the stair,
when your brother knows they’re out there––these creatures he can’t see,
when nightmares wake you up at night and you have to pee
but daren’t leave your bed in fear those creatures will come “getcha”
(all those night-born monsters that come out at night to fetch ya,)
or when sister wets the bed again and seeks a drier nest,
for lying on her soggy sheets, she knows she’ll never rest––
it’s times like these when all the kids form a small tribunal
and determine that their parents’ bed should be declared communal.
The prompt word today is communal.
That is an adorable poem!
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Bravo! I’m sure it took us all down memory lane.
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Thanks, V.J.
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You’ve made me cry, now you’ve made me laugh. Thank you for another lovely poem.
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Does that remind you of Steel Magnolias? “Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion!”
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Yes, it does!
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I haven’t seen that film for such a long time. As a Type 1 diabetic like one of the characters in the firm, I don’t think my family could cope.
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Merry Christmas!
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Happy Chanukah to you and Garry, Marilyn.xo
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Great verse and I love the surprise ending. You are a clever girl.
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Thanks, Dorann…for both the clever and the “girl!”
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