Tracy Mullins Poet Rhyme

The Pains of Trick Or Treating

In the dark outside, 
all the kids try to hide.
Door to door. 
Looking for more.

Running and screaming.
Not knowing the true meaning.
Of this night.
What it could be like.

I look around
to find my own,
and I notic to my horror,
that one of them is gone!

I have six daughters,
and the count is five! 
Which one is gone?
Is she alive?

Gather them around
They're all scared now.
Their eyes are big and round.
One's gone, they don't know how.

Now I'm yelling,
"Where's your sister? Where?"
Without a word they are crying,
and looking for her.

And where could she be?
Then they all just look at me.
"Mom, you're tired. Lets go home.
For our sisters not alone.
No need for scolding.
The sister you lost, you're holding."

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