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

    • 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.

    • 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!

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