Carousel Dream

carousel horse white

She sleeps in her bed
with a comforter made of
pastel colored flowers and
a soft pillow for her head
Dreaming of silvery manes
and bows on white horses
as they ride on a carousel
with draped, sparkling reins
Outside her window, though
she hears shuffles and squeaks
and feels a bit frightful
from the night time show
Mom sings calming tunes
convincing her precious girl
the sounds were only the
language of raccoons

Lauren Scott Β© 2014
Photo: Google images
(This was a “daughter” memory from years ago) β™₯

57 thoughts on “Carousel Dream

    1. They definitely are! But the kids are great as young adults, too! Thanks for stopping by, Christy! I’ll be visiting you soon; just a little behind on reading this week (again)! πŸ™‚

  1. Brings back memories for me too… up in NH when I was very young. Owls at night, squirrels and mice running in the walls, images conjured up to match the sounds. Scary then… makes me laugh to think about it now.

    1. Ah, love your memories, Steve, and it’s funny how we laugh at them now. I was talking to my daughter the other day about this poem and how she was afraid and she just smiled and shook her head. She’s almost 23! πŸ™‚ Thanks for your comment and have a great day!

    1. I actually have thought of this many years ago, but haven’t thought anymore about it since. I appreciate your encouraging comment, though, and am glad you enjoyed this!

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