Halloween night and all through the sky,
clouds hid the moon as the bats glided by.
was dressed all in white in my mama's old sheet,
with friends down the ghost-haunted street.
the kids were dressed in bright costumed array,
flashlights and street lights guided our way.
giggled and laughed as we hurried to each door,
or knocking, then laughing some more.
were pumpkins aglow and skeletons dangling,
and shadows and silver chains clanging.
in masked faces opened doors in greeting,
we stood with our bags and waited for treating.
people say that we should not have this night,
too many kids are harmed by the sights or the fright -
it's the one time a year when we can pretend to be
else for a while, not you - not even me.
them celebrate now, as the bats glide on by,
childhood is brief, like the blink of an eye.
to their laughter and let the children be
else for a while, not you and not even me.
By: Judith A. Lindberg