Reality Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

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.