Grandma's Horrible Thing

Grandma had these huge windows in her kitchen that would become mirrors at night when you turned on the lights. You couldn't see through them, but you knew whatever was outside could see you perfectly

Sweet old grandma's
most horrible thing.
Stretches in her kitchen
from floor to ceiling.

Sitting at the table,
in the morning sunlight.
It bathes you with
warmth and delight.

The sun goes down,
things get dark.
Curtains of innocence, 
starts to part.

Kitchen lights off,
And you can't see.
Heartbeat is racing,
You want to flee.

Reach for the switch,
turn on the light.
Think you are ready
for the next fright.

Window, tall and wide,
see-through and clear.
Morphs into a mirror,
and reflects your fear.

Not able to see,
to the other side.
You know monsters,
sit there and hide.

Dash to the fridge,
grab for a snack.
Want to get out,
before it can attack

Snack tight in hand,
from there you race.
Peak at the window,
was that a face?

In the TV room,
you feel secure.
Made it out alive,
faced your fear

Nice and safe, 
or so you think.
Until you realize,
you forgot the drink.

Reviews

[Bonnie Paige]

This was so cute it made me 😄 giggle a little. Nice imagination. A very fun poem.

[James]

Thank you Bonnie