A Child’s Terror - Poem by anne crawford
The sky suddenly darkened, the wind began gusting
the little girl frantically prepared for terror to arrive.
She gathered her blanket, her stuffed elephant,
and moved her rocking chair to the middle of the floor.
She rocked back and forth with tears streaming down her face,
as the storm crashed and flashed bright lights outside of her place.
She cried and cried as if being terrorized.
Every flash made her startle in fear,
every crash made her cover her ears.
No one could soothe her fear,
but they stayed near,
for they knew the storm is what brought her tears.
When the storm tired,
so did she
her blanket soaking wet,
you can bet.
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