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Jodee Morin Poem
The Monsters…
Daddy, check my room for me, because I know they’re there.
I’m frozen in the doorway, I’ve never been so scared!
There’s monster’s in the dresser, and some beneath my bed,
They’re lurking in my closet, can I just sleep with you, instead?
Please don’t make me spend the night, in this monster ridden room,
For I will lay awake all night, imagining my doom.
Dad, I know I’m older now, but the monsters still remain,
A different house, a different room, yet still my fear they gain.
Daddy you were wonderful, on monster watch for years,
You tried to reassure me, you wiped away my tears.
You never found a monster, as you nightly checked my room,
You tried so hard to understand my ever present gloom.
They were never in my dresser, nor underneath my bed,
The demonic little bastards reside within my head.
The pill the doctor gave me made those monster run and hide,
But no matter what I do or take, I know they’re still inside.
Daddy, you protected me but alas, it was too late,
Mommy made those monsters, mommy sealed my fate.
I know she didn’t mean it, for she was in such pain,
I know she did the best she could, but it happened just the same.
For now, I’m very happy, and the monsters are at bay,
But I am almost certain they’ll return again someday.
Daddy, check my room for me…
By Jodee Morin 2/17/2015
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Jodee Morin Poem
Silent Vigil
Silent vigil, still as death the hunter stalks his prey,
Quiet and majestic, in his coat of silver gray.
The sun has just arisen, the light of day reborn,
No longer shall the hunter look upon the moon and mourn.
Completely unaware, the victim walks within his view,
And silently and swiftly the attack is straight and true.
Ever sure the hunter, the mighty wolf engulfs his prey,
then vanishing in the timber, lives to hunt another day.
Jodee Carrigan, 1996
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Jodee Morin Poem
The Flame
Mesmerizing dancing light,
Careless in its quest.
Moonlit shadows fade to black,
Smoke rising to digest…
Fireworks bursts of embers,
Floating randomly towards nights sky,
As translucent flames of golden-orange,
Prove desperate in their plight.
By Jodee Carrigan, 1995
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