AS (20/04/1987 / )

*(Hide And Seek) *

My father gets the wooden stick
he counts from five
i run and hide...

My father is coming with the wooden stick
he counts from four
i close my bedroom door...

My father is looking for me with the wooden stick
he counts from three
as he searches for me...

My father is close by with the wooden stick
he counts from two
my face turns blue...

My father is right next to me
with the wooden stick
he counts from one
now i'm done...

My father finds me
with the wooden stick
he counts from zero
...yes i know, i'm in trouble...

My father says
'there you are!
i found you
now it's your turn to count
and my turn to hide'
...and the game continued...

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Comments (3)

I love this! It makes the sun shine! Thank you for nice comment.
good poem reminds me of gregy orr's poem for his daughter and my poem when Yomna laughs hassan
wow such a lovley poem. it shows your true and pure feelings of love for your father. a special bond that father and son shares. thanks for sharing this lovely piece.