The Man Showed Himself At the Door

In my early formative years at home living in the countryside human contact few being adopted making me an only child also formed a stammer all this was new My bedroom I had room to myself where I could play with real content left to my own just little young me memories roll back thinking they're sent At night time slept usually fine but then I began to have nightmares this became regular more and more lasted through preschool till 7 years My nightmare was a man came in to my bedroom that filled me with fear he never stayed long as I then awoke familiar he was but I wasn't at all clear Sometimes wonder if it was dad I never met not known circumstances round my adoption soon forgot about it now in the past at least thankful wasn't put up for auction! (I have written these concerning nightmares I had in my early childhood, probably stemming from my adoption and subsequent stammer.)