My sister and I spent many nights alone,
No one there with us just the telephone.
Not ever being afraid until this one night,
What happened brought us quite a fright.

Laughing and playing having lots of fun,
Noises from outside the house had begun.
Hearing sounds from the window screen,
Quickly broke our regular nightly routine.

Both scared we didn’t know what to do,
In a big house alone at night just us two.
Crawling under our bed with the phone,
Calling for Mother to please come home.

Whispering so the person couldn’t hear,
Our hearts were racing, we froze with fear.
The hospital was just a few blocks away,
All we could do was hide and quietly pray.

It seemed forever before we could hear,
The voice of our Mother nice and clear.
The person whoever it was had ran away,
Mother looked outside and to her dismay.

A set of footprints on the damp ground,
Beside the footprints a screen was found.
The window was raised so it would stay,
A muddy footprint up the house halfway.

Mother being a nurse and caretaker too,
Confident and sure to recognize what to do.
Mother would always see we were alright,
Fear didn’t take anyone prisoner that night.

© Brenda Sparkman
August 8, 2005

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