Sunday, April 4, 2010

Nowhere to hide

Children think
They know
The best places
To hide.
Wnen it turns out
They do not
They want you to pretend
You can't find them
And go around helpless
Calling their names
Ignoring the giggles
Coming from under the bed
Or from behind the door.
How lovely, like the moon
Emerging from the clouds
Or like a chick hatching
To see them peep
Or come running out
Happy to have hidden
Happier to be found.
It is not long before
The game ends
And you drag them out
From under the bed
Or behind the door
To send them to school.

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