If you've read some of the earlier Monster House poems, "Sticky Fingers" and "Secondhand Sight," you know that the family grows over time. For Valentine's Day, I'm pleased to present a poem about discovering the pregnancy. Poem sponsored by janetmiles. Series sponsor ladymondegreen.
The monster from the closet shook me awake,
his clawed hand careful but urgent on my shoulder.
"You better get to the bathroom,"
he said to me.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes,
peering blearily through the window
at the pale yellow sky.
"Why?" I mumbled.
"Your sweetheart needs you," he said,
dragging me toward the bedroom door
without even letting me grab a bathrobe.
"What time's it?" I said.
"What's so important?"
"The sun rose ten minutes ago,"
said the monster from the closet,
"which means that it is morning now."
the sound of retching
came through the bathroom door.
I ran the rest of the way.