In the house
The children
Know or think
They know
The best places
To hide.
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 hid, 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.
Prabhakar Subramaniam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reality-243/
