Tic. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick
Cuu-Koo Cuu- Koo Cuu-Koo
Surround the dark sister’s sleeping breath
Metal clatter in the yard. Are Mom and Dad asleep?
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Yowl. Growl. Hiss and scratch beyond the window pane
What prowl was that? The other room?
Are Mom and Dad asleep?
Footsteps, surely footsteps, creaking floorboards tell
No sister stirs. My nerves unhinge me from the bed
Creep to hallway, peer this way that
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick
I dash to Mom and Daddy’s door
Was I spotted on the way?
Will Mom and Dad and I all be made to pay?
Creeping to Dad’s bedside, his feet over the edge
His chest a rhythmic rumble reassuring rise and fall
Do I wake him up? Let him sleep?
Should I crawl in beside his arm?
He rolls my way sensing me
One eye sees me first
What’s wrong, my girl, are you alright?
Daddy, I need a drink of water
He crawls from bed and pats my head
And walks me out the door
Then hand in hand we clear the place
‘Till boogies are no more
Day 18 of the NaPoWriMo Challenge. Today’s challenge is to write a poem that incorporates “the sound of home.” Think back to your childhood, and the figures of speech and particular ways of talking that the people around you used, and which you may not hear anymore. Rather than speech, I chose sounds from my our home.