Sep 2018
In my carriage
A baby of sleep
Opens his brown eyes
Brings himself up
As if he was strong
In the distance
He witnessed Red
He witnessed eyes of black
He witnessed Elmo
Hiding in the back
That was how I learn to walk
How I learn to run
How I learn to climb out my carriage
Lastly, how to scream
Bang bang
The door would make make
The word mommy
Came to mind
My repeated Nightmare
That was ever so real
A baby of sleep
Opens his brown eyes
Brings himself up
As if he was strong
In the distance
He witnessed Red
He witnessed eyes of black
He witnessed Elmo
Hiding in the back
That was how I learn to walk
How I learn to run
How I learn to climb out my carriage
Lastly, how to scream
Bang bang
The door would make make
The word mommy
Came to mind
My repeated Nightmare
That was ever so real
Basically I remember when I was a baby and I used to climb out of my carriage when I wake up and be afraid of Elmo and bang on the wall and call for my mom. Basically explained my child hood fear of Elmo in a nut shell. I hope you guys enjoyed❤️!
