they like tender ones...hahaha...what a sister eh? smiles...i remember running and jumping into bed so what was beneath could not snatch my leg...lol....
Nicely done! My dad fell out of bed a few weeks ago. He was sure there was a package under the bed. It was wrapped in glossy white paper. I don't know if he was ever convinced that it wasn't there.
Aww mean sister! (and why didn't I tell my brother that?) I still can't sleep with an arm or leg hanging off of the bed. I think that the fourth stanza is my favorite, it nails that feeling.
This was so well written, and so very true to life. To this day I cannot sleep with my hands or feet hanging off the bed, a carryover from childhood and fears about what might be lurking under that bed! I wonder why we never feared IT climbing up into the bed to get us?!
I enjoyed this, but I am surprised at the number of people worried about dangling their limbs over the bed. It's never been an issue for me..perhaps it's because I never had siblings to tease me?
OMG Gail, this is exactly how i felt all my life, from as far back as i can remember the poem is perfect for me, i did not get rid of this fear until i was in my 50's. i don't have it now, but did for 50 years.. i would lay in the middle and not move because my arm/leg might get to close to the edge....
Half of the time Tyke lies under the bed, so I don't have to be afraid of boogeymen. Besides, there are things in real life that are a lot scarier and I'm not afraid of them.
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Close this window Jump to comment formMy sister was like that and I still cannot let my feet hang over the bed:) B
April 13, 2013 at 8:17 PM
they like tender ones...hahaha...what a sister eh? smiles...i remember running and jumping into bed so what was beneath could not snatch my leg...lol....
April 13, 2013 at 8:26 PM
Nicely done!
My dad fell out of bed a few weeks ago. He was sure there was a package under the bed. It was wrapped in glossy white paper. I don't know if he was ever convinced that it wasn't there.
April 13, 2013 at 9:31 PM
made me smile. :)
April 13, 2013 at 9:56 PM
Aww mean sister! (and why didn't I tell my brother that?) I still can't sleep with an arm or leg hanging off of the bed. I think that the fourth stanza is my favorite, it nails that feeling.
April 13, 2013 at 9:58 PM
This was so well written, and so very true to life. To this day I cannot sleep with my hands or feet hanging off the bed, a carryover from childhood and fears about what might be lurking under that bed! I wonder why we never feared IT climbing up into the bed to get us?!
April 13, 2013 at 10:17 PM
Look at all you have been through.
You're tough! ;-)
Great poem, Gail!
♥
April 13, 2013 at 10:24 PM
I hope I can sleep tonight . . .
April 13, 2013 at 11:22 PM
I enjoyed this, but I am surprised at the number of people worried about dangling their limbs over the bed. It's never been an issue for me..perhaps it's because I never had siblings to tease me?
April 13, 2013 at 11:23 PM
Ooooo...I'd keep an eye on that sister of yours!
April 13, 2013 at 11:57 PM
Thank heavens I didn't have a sister! Loved your frightened but humorous take on the prompt!
April 14, 2013 at 2:40 AM
haha..i always thought sisters are better than brothers but...smiles.. but i bet you always managed to jump wide enough..
April 14, 2013 at 3:08 AM
OMG Gail, this is exactly how i felt all my life, from as far back as i can remember the poem is perfect for me, i did not get rid of this fear until i was in my 50's. i don't have it now, but did for 50 years.. i would lay in the middle and not move because my arm/leg might get to close to the edge....
April 14, 2013 at 5:03 AM
Half of the time Tyke lies under the bed, so I don't have to be afraid of boogeymen. Besides, there are things in real life that are a lot scarier and I'm not afraid of them.
April 14, 2013 at 5:17 AM
Great poem for all those that fear the "unknown" lurking under their bed. My sister tried that on me - it didn't work. ha,ha
April 14, 2013 at 6:23 AM
Great poem. And, so true. We still have monsters and demons that haunt us and invade our sleep!
Play off the Page
April 14, 2013 at 8:40 AM
There are times when I still don't want to put my feet on the floor in the middle of the night. Boogyman fears...still as an adult! Ha! Great poem!
April 14, 2013 at 11:27 AM
Well written, this poem touches our childhood memories.
April 14, 2013 at 7:27 PM
I love the flow of this and it's truths;)
April 14, 2013 at 8:10 PM
Oh, dear...what a naughty sister!
;)
April 16, 2013 at 1:22 AM
I shared a bed with my sister when I was little --- I would scare her purposely, although I am the younger
April 16, 2013 at 7:04 PM