by Samantha Elliott

Created on: September 24, 2010

Mama, come back.

There is a monster in my closet

Eyeing, prying, with claws

That I hear scraping

So big he rattles the hangers

Teeth that look hungry

For a little one like me

Hello, Mama

No, I would not, could not,

Never would make him up

He lives in my closet,

not in my head

I think he's allergic to Mamas

So please sit on my bed

Did you hear that?

Panting, snorting, waiting

For you to tiptoe down the hall

I have an extra pillow here

And puffy blankets that

Stretch over our feet

With no room for that monster

Sleepy eyes closing

Dreaming and softly breathing

Comfy and content with

Just the hint of a smile as I

Dream of skipping

Morning sun welcomes me with

No thoughts of closets or monsters

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