I peered into the dark night through
My window pane;
There was nothing I could see.
Outside, it was dark, as dark could be;
The darkest night I had known.
Lights off everywhere.
The city was dead.
A streak of fear ran down my spine.
My baby daughter was nowhere at home.
Far away she was, no torch to show her the way.
My mind wandered as never before.
And sweat began to roll down my spine.
Will she come home safely?
That was the question that bogged my mind.
As family we gathered together;
And a prayer we said.
I had not had food all day;
And weak as a leave I was;
A hunger never before known
Began to gnaw me away inside;
My mind wandered to the fridge.
There, good chicken reposed.
As I pondered what to do,
A scream from outside pierced
Through the dark night;
It was the voice of my daughter
Loud and clear.
Was a lion tearing her to pieces
In the dark of night?
We all screamed from fear;
As she slammed on the door
So hard it almost broke.
Trembling, there was I at the door.
And there she was out of breadth;
Screaming for joy to be back home;
Body and soul; and safe.
I carried her; and cuddled her;
And I wept out my tears of joy;
She was back;
She was safe;
She was sound;
Yes, I wept for joy;
She wept for joy;
We all wept for joy.
TRIO NO 3
Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to
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