Stories Of The Night

Whenever I was scared at night or woke up with a fright

Mom would snuggle in bed next to me and talk about the night.

“There’s nothing to be afraid of.” she’d say in a soft and soothing tone.

“For the night is full of wonders and miracles...all its own.”

“You can see it in the stars...or in the flash of a firefly

unmistakable proof...the night has a twinkle in her eye.”

“There’s nothing quite as beautiful as a world lit by the moon

it’s the only time some animals come out...like the opossum or raccoon.”

“The nightingale and the owl fill the night with their sweet song.

And you find a rhythm in your step...as you try to sing along.”

“As you’re listening to the music if you’re lucky...you just might

see the blossoms of the moon flower...which only blooms at night.”

I’m sure Mom kept on talking...in that voice so comforting and deep

But by the time she got to moon flower I was usually fast asleep.

I stopped being afraid of the dark...and I know it wasn’t right

but for years I pretended to be scared...

just to hear her stories of the night.