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The Glow 'Neath His Door
T'was the glow 'neath his door, along about four,
that first told me his fear of the night.
Though it kept me awake, it stayed on for his sake,
till the morning-time sunrise brought light.
It went on through his teens, I could not find the means
to dispel all his childhood fears.
Just a glow 'neath his door, along about four
when he'd 'waken, almost in tears.
He had frightening dreams and nightmares, it seems,
so he slept 'neath the glare of his lights.
Though he'd grown some in years, he’d retained all his fears
of those dark and mysterious nights.
T'was the Spring of his life 'fore the onset of strife
when I woke at a quarter-to-four,
And I looked for the light he turned on every night
but it just wasn't there any more.
My thoughts filled with doom as I raced from my room
and my mind became clouded with doubt,
Cause I thought, in my dread, that I'd find my son dead,
but I learned that his bulb had burned out.
I awoke not so worn the following morn`
by his robust and heartening snore!
All my fears went away and we laughed the next day
'cause he needed his night light no more.
