Bedtime Stories
When I hear scuffling in the ceiling and scratching in the wall,
fluttering at the windows and steps out in the hall,
Mommy says it’s mice and birds to calm my excitation,
but Daddy tells me other things that swell imagination.
There are ghost doors in the attic and temples in the sky
that creatures will spring out of to join me by and by.
My dad will weave their stories and spread them out for me.
He’ll just open up his mouth and that will set them free.
When I think of all the stories, there’s such anticipation
that I can feel my heart boom and hear its palpitation.
Nighttime is less scary with Mommy or with Nurse,
but bedtime without stories is definitely worse.
The prompt words are: temples fluttered ghost door spring mouth weaving stories step boom sky scuffling for Sunday Stills Wordle 541 Illustration by Marloes Hilckman on Unsplash.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
such an especially nice childhood moment
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I have such vivid memories of being afraid to put my arm arm or leg over the side of the bed. And, enter the big long dark closet? Forget it.
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Wonderful understanding of children’s reaction.
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What a beautiful poem Judy. The imagination of child needs to be set free.
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I enjoyed your poem. Being the scaredy cat that I am, I’d prefer no stories to scary ones.
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Me, too.
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