Shadows through a window,
Playing tricks on the eyes,
I see them moving,
The Bogeyman on the loose.
I try to close my eyes,
But they are drawn to the window.
The wind moving objects,
My mind on monsters.
Light gone, darkness here,
Monsters under the bed,
The Bogeyman in the shadows,
A child’s imagination alive.
I hear my mother’s voice,
A long forgotten memory,
Telling me softly,
Don’t be afraid, I am here.
Sleep little one,
Be not afraid,
Your Guardian angel watches,
As do your Mummy too.
What triggered this fear?
A child I hold to soothe,
But who to hold me now?
For Mummy needs a hug too.
By C.E. Pereira
(31-3-2014)
HoneyGwhiz 
I may not be a mama but as an adult I too sometimes need assurance that things that go bump in the night is not the bogeyman 🙂
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A very good tale in the poem. I like the ending. Poor mama need to be protected also.
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