The Nightlight

This poem is based on how I felt as a kid going to bed.

Good night,
My mother says,
turning off the light.
The shadows dance
across the walls.

I walk to the nightlight,
and turn it on.
The dim glow
lights my room.

I hear crickets chirping
outside my bedroom
curtains.
The moon casts an
eerie shadow.
I'm scared.

All that's gone now.
The nightlight is on.