This is a poem I wrote in honor of my one and only sister
I lie in my bed and dark is the night
I know the door’s locked and window’s shut tight
But I get this strange feeling that someone is here
Oh my you’re silly to have such a fear
What is that in the corner over there?
Oh my you’re silly they’re clothes on the chair
What is that tapping so lightly on the ceiling?
Oh my you’re silly to have such a feeling
You know that sound has always been there
Then what’s that shadow coming after me?
Oh my you’re silly it’s branches on the tree
No go to sleep and quit bothering me
Why is it so quiet there’s something wrong?
Oh my you’re silly and you’ve carried on to long
So see my little sister the lights are on
There’s no one there he must have gone
All right you’ve convinced me and I’ll go to sleep
But on one condition that you sleep with me
By Estelle P. Shrum