My Protective Covers Poem by Melody McKinstrie

I'm the scared child.
Hiding under the covers.
Thinking that affords protection
From nefarious happenings.
And keeping out
The boogeyman.

I like a light on
In the distance
In the next room
It could guide me
If I needed it to.
For there's always
The possibility
Of a bathroom trip.
The sense of urgency
That cannot wait till morning.

The shadows can hide things.
I have seen spirits in them
My beloved departed
William, the Pomeranian.
Laying where he used to
Near my desk.
Then moving when I came by.
My little puppy whimpering
Running and hiding
In my bedroom under my bed.
But that is not nefarious.
That is actually a comfort
To know that my William
Has not left.

My covers
They are broader
I need them to act like a shield
Against all things
That could hurt me
The scared child
In so many situations
That needs protection.
The living Boogeymen
Who seek to do me harm.
And boy do they wear disguises
Some with unbelievable charm!
Would that I could
Have my protective covers
Ready and able
To come to my rescue
Perhaps it would be more fitting
If my protective coverings
Were underneath my clothes
Like a superhero.