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Yes, I often find myself breaking every good parental practice and strategy I have ever learned, when it comes to my own self, and my need for sleep.

Lulling a Toddler To Sleep My Way

They used to come only at night,
And hide way up under the bed,
Tucking their feet clear out of sight,
Ready to angrily pinch my pinky toes red,

D A D D Y!   I’d holler, and scream.
M O M M Y!    I would cry and yell.
S  I S S Y!   I’d shriek in my dream,
Heartbeat knowing I was about to be killed,

My own child picked up on this gloom
The first time he stayed in grandma’s house.
M O M M Y !  D A D D Y!  He yelled, in full scared bloom.
I ran in, heart beating fast,  expecting to see a little gray mouse.

What is it, Son? I asked my train-covered pajama wearing little man.
It’s the monsters he whispered, his amber and brown eyes as big as my head.
I nodded.  “They’ll get you too, if you fall and land.”
So you’d better lay down right now, and stay in that bed.


3/28/2018
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Sullivan Avatar
March 30, 2018 at 3:53 AM
Good poem. I enjoyed your solution at the end! Brings back memories.
Krutsinger Avatar
March 30, 2018 at 4:14 AM
Thank you, Toni. It's always lovely to hear from you. Happy Easter weekend, my friend.
Goff Avatar
March 28, 2018 at 9:12 PM
Good poem, Caren! gosh, brings back so many memories...
Krutsinger Avatar
March 30, 2018 at 4:15 AM
I am so glad, James. Thank you for your visit. I cherish comments like this, because it's what I'm always striving to do.
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March 28, 2018 at 7:44 PM
Oh gosh I used to be scared of the dark so whenever my parents wanted me to go to sleep, they turned off the lights... My eyes were fast tightly closed and nothing more... it was a torture now that I think about it... Lol! Great poem, Caren! I enjoyed it... hugs :)
Krutsinger Avatar
March 30, 2018 at 4:16 AM
Thank you so much, Akkina. It is such a relief that so many people like you are wiling to validate that we all feel a bit desperate when raising our own little monsters.
Gauthier Avatar
March 28, 2018 at 1:18 PM
Scar them for life ! LOL
Krutsinger Avatar
March 30, 2018 at 4:17 AM
Thank you, Line. From anyone else this might not be so hilarious to me, but coming from you, I will be smiling all day because we are pals, buds, and understand each other so well. Happy Easter Weekend, my Soul Mate from Another Country!
Salmonson Avatar
March 28, 2018 at 1:07 PM
"There's nothing in the closet. It's actually under your bed." So many reassuring things to share with the kids!
Krutsinger Avatar
March 30, 2018 at 4:18 AM
Thank you, Jessica. I'm laughing here. And so happy! Thank you for your visit and your comment. You have thrilled me. Happy Easter!
Rodrigues Avatar
March 28, 2018 at 8:05 AM
LOL, Caren! I say never let your arms off the bed. The crocs might get ya...at least in your dreams. Far less nightmares!
Krutsinger Avatar
March 30, 2018 at 4:19 AM
Love the crocodile reference. I'm going to use that one, if it's not copywritten, Kim. Happy Easter!
Kendrick Avatar
March 28, 2018 at 6:53 AM
Forgot to say that I appreciate you dropping by my work Burlap and Satin. Times were hard for people and it still is for so many in our country but we have it so much better than people in other countries but I don't know how much longer it will be that way. Sara
Krutsinger Avatar
March 30, 2018 at 4:19 AM
Sara, thank you. I love honest, thoughtful word-players. Have a lovely Easter Weekend!
Kendrick Avatar
March 28, 2018 at 6:52 AM
Cute one. Enjoyed reading. I never had this problem with my children that is them having nightmares or saying they saw monsters. I know that could be scary for a child. Sara
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March 30, 2018 at 4:20 AM
Man, could it ever! I laughed and laughed during the movie Sergeant Payne during the shooting the gun in the closet to get the monsters scene. Stirred up so many heart-thudding childhood memories.
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