The scream in the soft moonlight
The nightmare that is a midnight snack.
Good morning, when is breakfast,
I am starving hungry
Shouts, the five-year-old boy into the soft moonlight.
Coaxing him back to bed will be a war of wills,
Battle in advance lost,
for which few of us
Are ever prepared and trained
What will it be
A treasure island snack with pirate costume
And then slowly like a waltz
Coming up the stairs
Opening the door and
Just enter the room and lay down next to him
That is what he wanted right from the start.
Coming to bed with me
And not really, a few crisps and a drink.
But I love those moments
And will cherish them forever.
The voice that shouts ‘starving hungry’ in the soft moonlight.
About the Creator
Jeannine Kauffmann
Poetry writer in the early morning. Poetry as a wake up call. Then later I draw lines and colours. I have a page on Instagram my art other than words although it contains words too. Titles are important to finish a piece like a full stop.
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