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#329 Anne Chitty The Visitors

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Em will sob, “The monsters Mum, The monsters they have come!” “It’s alright, there’s no such thing And I am here!” says mum.

Anne Chitty

This is a rhyming story inspired by my experience as a mum. Like most children when they were little, my daughters both had the occasional nightmare. 
























The Visitors.

When it’s very dark outside

The visitors come creeping.

Slowly through the quiet night

Whilst Em and Meg are sleeping.


Em and Megan’s visitors

Are the really scary kind,

They're not big hairy spiders

And are difficult to find.


When alone and in her room

They whisper in Em's ear.

'We’re hiding underneath your bed!'

And fill her full of fear.


“Mummy!” she’ll scream, “Mummy!” she’ll shout,

‘Til mummy’s by her side.

“What’s the matter?” mum will hush

And listen why she’s cried.

Em will sob, “The monsters Mum,

The monsters they have come!”

“It’s alright, there’s no such thing

And I am here!” says mum.

Then scooping Em into her arms

She’ll rock her to and fro

And softly whisper to Em

How much she loves her so.

Megan doesn't like it

When it's very dark at night.

Beside her bed the monsters creep

And give her such a fright!

“Mummy!” she’ll scream, “Mummy!” she’ll shout,

‘Til mummy’s by her side.

“What’s the matter?” mum will hush

And listen why she’s cried.

Meg will sob, “The monsters Mum,

The monsters they have come!”

“It’s alright, there’s no such thing

And I am here!” says mum.

Then scooping Meg into her arms

She’ll rock her to and fro

And softly whisper to Meg

How much she loves her so.


Precis

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