A million scary bugs hide in the cracks of these walls.
They wait in the dark and when they think that I’m asleep
they drop into bed.
The scariest bugs are mosquito hawks; they have wings as
sharp as knives.
I pull the blanket over his my head and dream about angels.
They are naked and very pretty
Their nakedness makes me tingle
Dad says the angels tingle like that too.
Suddenly a spider as big as a hand lands on my bed!
But Dad says hush now and think about heaven.
Image and text Rob Goldstein (c) 2017 all rights reserved
There are times when all the world’s asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd
Please tell me who I am.
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