I Like My Door Open

"I Like My Door Open"

a poem

I like my door open when I sleep at night –
just cracked a few inches, but not closed up tight.
I like seeing grownups walk past in the hall,
and hearing them answer if I need to call.

No monster will stuff me down into a sack.
No wolf in my closet wants me for a snack.
There’s no bogeyman hiding under my bed,
no reason to shiver and nothing to dread.

I’m too smart to let them succeed anyhow.
I’m big and I’m clever and much older now.
I’m safe and secure, but I just like to keep
my door part-way open when I go to sleep.