By Estelle Nora Harwit Amrani
Halloween is our favorite time of year.
The boys decorate the house in great cheer.
Sometimes cooperating, sometimes fighting,
By the 31st they manage to get the lighting
And props and machines in gear.
The house is a mess for days on end,
Until dusk on Halloween do they tend
To their new ideas of ghosts and illusions.
Frankly, sometimes I'm filled with delusions.
But by the end of it all, they've started a new trend.
The lanterns floating, the levitating broom,
Gravestones moving, fireflies zoom,
Willowy spirits flying, witches abound.
Our dog runs confusedly around,
Luckily she's not filled with gloom.
Soon trick-or-treaters will come in droves,
They drive in from other cities to this grove
Of richly Halloween decorated streets
Hoping for a great big candy treat.
Some of them try to be first, push and shove.
Sound effects include chants and screams,
Spooky sounds that will haunt kids' dreams.
I'll be getting up and sitting down all night,
Handing out candy, and maybe some fright
To children at our door moving in a stream.
One son will dress as the grim reaper,
The other as a bloody chainsaw creeper.
With the saw's motor loudly blaring
Terrified kids either running or staring,
Clinging to or heading for their keeper.
By ten o'clock it will all be done,
All exhausted, yet will have had great fun.
The next day the decorations come down,
The boys moping around with a frown,
Until next Halloween brings a new show's run.
© Copyright 2005, Estelle Nora Harwit Amrani