Stuck In the Cedar Chest
‘Twas a child’s game of hide and seek,
My brother’s turn to count.
Where could I hide he would not look,
Thus settle our account?
Our mother’s room, her closet, No!
He’ll check there first of all.
The bathroom, No! I hid there once.
The chest beside the wall!
I climbed inside that pungent box
On mother’s quilts to hide,
I slowly closed that heavy lid
Then CLICK! I’m stuck inside!
I screamed! My muffled cries unheard!
I’m pounding on the side!
If only I had a flash light
I’d find a latch to slide!
I could not breathe! I sobbed and bawled,
To me it seemed a week!
‘Twas a child’s game of hide and seek,
So glad my brother peeked!
August 15, 2017
For the "STUCK" Contest
Sponsored by Sara Kendrick
9/27/2017
2nd Place
Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017
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