It's just...
Mammy what's that noise?
It's just the wind banging branches against your window pane.
It's just thunder. God moving his furniture.
It's just our creaking house or maybe a mouse.
It's just our cat Fred.
Breathing under your bed.
It's just the pipes rattling a song.
It's just your imagination.
It's just your dad banging our gate.
Been out late.
Now go back to bed.
Lay down your head.
It's just your lost mother comforting you from the dead.
YOU ARE READING
The Christmas Thief
PoetryA collection of some of my best poems for the year gone by from my book poems and useless information also a couple of new ones. I will add more over Christmas. If there's any you would like to see added here let me know. Merry Christmas and a ha...
