A Final Holiday Poem

October 27, 2014

I bet you thought I FORGOT I am supposed to write you a poem every holiday! well, I didn't. Here is my Halloween poem for this year. 

The scariest thing this Halloween 

will not be midnight cats 

Twill not be boys with werewolf masks  

or girls in witches hats 

the thing to frighten most of all 

with not knock at my door 

won't hide around the corner

will not deafen with its roar 

The thing I dread creeps subtly 

drawing closer every day 

it sits upon my wall and  

looks intently at its prey 

it salivates with waiting eyes 

I'm trying to ignore

it stares at me uncomfortably 

when I walk across the floor 

it draws nearer ever nearer 

though I'll never see it roam 

it’s the date marked on my calendar 

for when I'm going home  

Yes. One of the things I am most frightened of is not doing everything I possibly can while still here in the field. I have loved my mission so much and I know that I will miss it dearly. But I will also begin a new adventure. Here's to conquering scary things! 

-Hermana Thomas