WHAT’S IN THE CLOSET?
There is a closet at the bottom of the basement,
It’s underneath the stairs as I know it’s meant
For storing stuff and a place for old broken things,
But in the night I am sure I hear someone sing.
It is not locked so I can go in and take a look,
Mom goes in often, she found my old story book,
Who put it there, they have borrowed it to read
And forgot to return it, I wonder how they feed!
The food that goes missing, I know where it goes,
Those voices that sing, they steal it and are our foes,
I must take up courage and look in that closet dark,
I’ll take Shep with me and hope he’ll give a bark.
Steady boy, Lets go and see, together we’ll be fine,
I may find some missing things that are really mine,
Door, please don’t creak they’ll I’m coming in to see,
I wonder if those spooky folks will be afraid of me?
Dad’s ladders, a pile of old clothes, my broken things,
An old fashioned picture frame, a bell without it’s ring,
The Christmas tree and decoration all neatly put away
A cat basket, but no people at all that could sing and play.
Maybe I imagined those singing voices from the closet below,
Or maybe it was because it was with old Shep I did show,
But since I ventured down I know I am scared no more,
But there will be always a mystery behind any closet door.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson December 21, 2002