hiding

While roaming around mega yesterday, destressing, kuya started reciting a funny poem. Because even the intonation he used was pathetic, i was laughing like CRAZY. And then, I realized, the poor little kid he was imitating was me as a preschooler.

No wonder the poem was familiar. LOL.

So the memories came rushing back, when my entire family would recite this so I could practice for my declamation piece; how my parents used to teach me killer moves and gestures to prove my point [those moves were killer back then]; how I would forget the mirror part, so it naturally came out louder when I remembered it already cz I literally screamed it out; how we would practice in front of the ginormous mirror in my parents' dressing area [and how short I was back then. harhar], and then-- a blank. Damn, my memory's selective.

And so I had to find it. TA-DAHHH!!! :D

I'm hiding, I'm hiding
And no one knows where;
For all they can see are my
Toes and my hair

And I just heard my father
Say to my mother -
"But, darling, (s)he must be
Somewhere or other;

Have you looked in the inkwell?"
And Mother said, "Where?"
"In the INKWELL?" said Father. But
I was not there.

Then "Wait!" cried my mother —
"I think that I see
(Her)Him under the carpet."
But It was not me.

"Inside the mirror's
A pretty good place."
Said Father and looked, but saw
Only his face.

"We've hunted," sighed Mother,
"As hard as we could
And I am so afraid that we've
Lost (her)him for good."

Then I laughed out loud
And I wiggled my toes
And Father said —"Look, dear,
I wonder if those

Toes could be Benny's?
There are ten of them, see?"
And they WERE so surprised to find
Out it was me!

HIDING, From the book entitled "A Child's Anthology of Poetry," Dorothy Keeley Aldis