Childhood Memory Poem

The candles were ours,

The lights were not.

Our cheeks flushed red,

Straight in from the cold

With haste we made

For the bed unmade,

Tiny snowflakes fall from our hair

Surely they won’t find us there.

Under the bed,

We cautiously crawl

“Shh! Not so loud!”

If they hear us, we’re done.

Huddle together,

We’ll fit it we cuddle

It’s the only way,

The oldest insists.

The crickety bed creaks,

The drippy ceiling leaks.

With our breaths are held tight,

Someone turns on the light.

When we hear them come in,

The suspense settles in,

“Where could the girls be?"

Wondered sarcastically. 

With an eruption of giggles

We know what we await, 

We've been found - out we crawl, 

To our awaiting fate.

But tonight’s fate is sweet,

And it’s not off to sleep,

First a victory dance,

Then collapse on the couch.

The most enchanting of winter nights

By our fire, but not our lights                                             

In the happiest of places,

Were our six warm and smiling faces.