Bad Bad Boys
Looking back pensively through the annals of time,
there comes vividly a memory to my aging mind
of listening intently to stories on our old radio;
a must, aired weekly, called……….”The Shadow.”
My two younger siblings listened fixated too.
Don older, often teased, “The Shadow knew!”
He, Mama and Dad were not home, we thought.
Hanging on each word, that story we bought.
Not expecting it, suddenly the front door rattled.
When no one came in, we were all quite startled.
We became unglued at the back hall loud noise,
Convinced our fate was sealed by bad bad boys.
Running behind the couch, my little brother hid.
My little sister screamed and cried, “We’re all dead!”
I buried my panicky face in the sofa bed’s corner.
Daddy in the bedroom, yelled “What’s the matter?”
The front door locked, Don had come home unaware,
ran to the back door, stumbling in the hall on a chair.
Abject relief brought with it a giggly nervous laugh.
We never listened to …”The Shadow”… after that.
Charlene McCutcheon is a 73 year old, wife, mother of seven, grandmother of thirty and great-grandmother of 14. She has just discovered her voice through poetry within the last few years. Her former ways of expression have been through the media of arts and crafts. Her desire to share herself with others for their benefit has been the motivating factor in all her endeavors. She loves life, work, play and most of all people.