The Visitor
Colin H
Grade l
District 97, Longfellow
Poetry

The Visitor

She stood in my doorway
I think it was about midnight
Wearing long black clothes
She was bigger than I

I was only a bit frightened
Lying still in my bed
My covers up to my neck
Holding my bear

I wanted to know her name
But we were both quiet
I think she watched me all night

I don’t think she is coming back
She might be an angel
Maybe she is watching over others
I hope she is safe