A Flashlight Poem -- for Sunday Muse # 129
Light for My Path
She holds the light
In the dark I cannot see
Light I need
for I'm afraid of the dark
She holds the light
She came I bribed her with the light
My little sister
keeping me company
She holds the light
Bedtime walk out in the dark
Outhouse is there
a football field length away
She holds the light
so that we can see bad guys
ghosts and goblins
and other scary things
She holds the light
Now behind chicken house
Outhouse is there
under the trees in the dark
She holds the light
while I'm sitting on a seat
Though a two seater
we go in one at a time
Other holds the light
stays outside alone in the dark
And when we're done
back we trudge, she holds the light
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This was an almost true nightly episode in my life. Athough the year my sister was born, five years after me, we got electricity and indoor plumbing in the house, we used the toilet and tub sparingly. Mom could use both, my little sister the tub.
So she, Dad, and I used our outdoor outhouse in the grove back behind the chickenhouse. There were no lights that shone back there. As a country boy I was not allowed to be afraid of the dark. But I did not like to be out alone after dark.
We had a flashlight and I always had Sister carry it, which she liked doing, so that she would come out with me. I do not remember either of us going out there after dark. Bathing? Dad and I showered by the washing machine out in the back porch. Sister used that a few times but mostly the tub. Dad had to scrap the cesspool once and he didn't want to do that ever again.
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posted by Jim @ 10/10/2020 01:48:00 PM
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