Childhood Fears

When I was a little girl - maybe three or four
I had recurring nightmares - a story of foreboding lore
Of certain loud machines surrounding me on the floor
In a circle, enclosing, no hope to find a door

These machines may strike you funny, but I'll tell you that it's true
Vacuum cleaners were my fear when I was little over two
Loud noises and fear of being sucked in - must have threw
A loop in my subconscious --for utter fear is what I knew
(And to dream this over and over _really_ made me feel blue)

But then-- and I don't know how this came to be
I seemed to have a brave streak - when I was about three
And certainly would rather my dreams be filled with glee
Instead of scary vacuum cleaners in a circle around me

And so I decided - there was no compromise
This nightmare was going to meet it's demise
I walked up to the biggest one, and much to my surprise
Found that it could speak (!), with no evil in his vacuum eyes

So we talked and laughed--I had made a new friend.
And the nightmare vanished, came never again.