Going for the Goals
Please, Monster hiding there under my bed, do not growl, snort or “Screech!” Do not try to eat me as I fall asleep . . . or even think about sneaking out to slobber, smell, nibble, lick or bite! If you do, I think you will regret it. My brother Tom always says my breath stinks and my shampoo makes my hair smell too. “Wash your feet!” he says, “They are black. and your stink-cream does nothing to help your flaky back.” So please don’t eat me Monster, but may I suggest eating Tom?
SOMETIMES AT NIGHT WHEN I CAN’T SLEEPSometimes at night, when I can’t sleep I listen to the whisper of the whistling wind and wish that I could be a bird rocking in the limbs of my favorite tree. If the window stays open I smell the sweet smells of summer’s end and hum with the slow babble of the bubbling brook. I imagine I am a fish floating freely in the gentle current.
Sometimes at night, when I can’t sleep I think of these things until . . . The sun smiles and sings her morning song, and I discover that I have dreamed.
Somewhere high up in the sky a friend looks down on me. She lives so far on another star but she is just like me. Someday I pray to find a way that we can finally meet. On that great day my friend will say “Our lives are now complete”.