Last year, Halloween was not a big deal.
We dressed her in costume. She soon appealed
To be released from it in tears and a peal
Of higher-pitched thunder and shrieking.
It was easy, then, to set it aside,
To withdraw and remain in the home, yes, to hide
Away from the world, not going outside,
But this year, we cannot be shrinking.
Although it is certain she will scream again,
And not in a costume to which screaming's friend,
She has to go out, e'en if, in the end,
Matters will go as I'm thinking.
I doubt she'll recall in years yet to come
What she did on a day. As a rule of thumb,
People forget what they did when so young,
Especially if it was shrieking.