The sound of conversation from another room muffled soft by walls and doors. voices of comfort and security, Childhood memories of my mother and father Up late with dear friends as indiscernible words and conversation and laughter became a comforting lullaby For I was down the hall in bed with my cowboy sheets and brown blanket Their voices, a mighty oath of safety and protection against the monsters that hide at night in the closets and dark corners of children's rooms Children who get to make believe their monsters I got to make believe my monsters And they were no match for my fathers laughter or my mothers offer for more coffee.
And I think of you out there Who did not make believe your monsters. For whom the voices reaching bedtime ears were coarse and menacing, angry and cursing, And sounds that children should not hear unfamiliar words, but their meaning unmistakable. Mothers crying and fathers yelling, strange men threatening At tender age, the familiar smell of alcohol portending danger You need not make believe your monster For the roaring, and snarling, all too real was just outside your bedroom. having consumed mommy and daddy already, it was coming for you And perhaps, still does