The Painted Lady--By Anne Curran--New Zealand

The Painted Lady (a children's poem)

My delicate china lady

dressed in white

a flouncy dress

and decorative hat

stands with poise

at the foot of my bed

you guard my repose

you light up the passage

The hall doorway closed

to idle grown-up play

so I do not feel scared when

stairs creak

with small footsteps

apples drop onto stones

skeletons spiral from my closet

I do not feel scared

but watch for the cheerful wink

of your unblinking lamp

Anne Curran writes in Hamilton New Zealand where she resides with her pet car Misty and extended family of parents, brothers and sisters. She loves art, going to see films, and walks.