WHEN I AM ALONE

When the sun goes down

and the moon comes in.

When the night falls in

and darkness surrounds.

When the lights are out

and my mother is not at home.

I am all alone,

and scared from head to toe.

I sit on a chair,

thinking what might happen

if a ghost came.

Half afraid,

I sit quietly in a corner

with my eyes closed, and my heart

beating fast.

I wonder what might happen

if a ghost really came.

To eat me like a sandwich or a sweetdish.

Or crunch me like potato chips,

Or bake me in an oven like a cake.

Then I try to console myself

that all ghosts are not the same.

Let me hope for the best-

That the ghost will also be the best.