In the Dark

By Janet Lombard

It seems when Mom turns out the light

And it is time to say good night,

The scary noises all begin.

I pull my blanket to my chin.

The shadows in the maple tree

Decide to pay a call on me.

My harmless toys, the chairs, the drapes,

All seem to change to monster shapes.

Sometimes I call Mom back again.

She flips the night-light on, and then

My room once more is safe and bright.

I know I won’t be scared tonight.

Illustrated by Jerry Harston