The Mystery Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Did you ever wake up
(oh when you were very small)
in the dark black pitch of night
and find yourself

in your very own room
(in your very own bed)
although you had falled asleep
(in another room)

or the long journey home from the sea
side.
Did you ever wake up
(oh when you were very small)
and scared of shadows

and rubbed the broke sleep from your eyes
and wonder how (it came about)
you were ok and everything was
...alright?

And peering from your patchwork quilt
you heard your Dad asleep ('Hee Haw! ')
and heard your Mummy's gentle breathing.
And thought how Daddy was like the sea at her side
and she was the shore dreaming of seaweed and shells.

And still you didn't know how you had falled asleep in Aunt Mary's
and found yourself washed up on your own little island.
And the Mystery made you suspiciously sleepy
and you drifted back to how you wer

Superman and all
your other favourite comic book heroes!
Did you ever wake up(and find out)
how.. when...
the day's play had drugged you asleep
Daddy came and lifted you with his strong hands
(Yes...Superman dreams and all!)

and brought you home to your own room
sailing ship shape bed
and Mammy said:
'Shhhhh....don't wake him! '
And Auntie Mary said:
'Ahhhhh...the poor little cratur'! '

Did you ever wake up
(Oh when you were very small)
and catch
the Mystery
...out!