by Marvin Lee
Mom kisses my head, tucks me into bed
but every night when the lights go out
I see monsters everywhere.
and ever so big,
in the closet,
under my bed.
Are they really there?
For I see them everywhere.
Dad says not to be scared.
But alone in the dark,
I hear creaking stairs,
I see monsters’ eyes…
One, two, three and four,
they’re all around…
Then remembering what the Bible says,
I pray, Please help me, Jesus, please keep the monsters away…
Then one, two, three, four
and all the monsters are no more.
Marvin Lee is a missionary kid and speculative fiction writer, who grew up with the Yanomami Indians of Venezuela. He still lives deep in the Amazon jungles over 200 miles from the nearest town with his wife and four kids.
Artwork: The Miriam and Ira D. Wallach Division of Art, Prints and Photographs: Picture Collection, The New York Public Library. “Seein’ things.” The New York Public Library Digital Collections. 1904.