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Shadows, monsters and the Bogeyman


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



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

2 thoughts on “Shadows, monsters and the Bogeyman

  1. 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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