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.