I’m sitting in a cupboard which is underneath my stairs.
Hidden behind the camping gear so they don’t know I’m there.
In the past, when they were small, I had to be quite nifty.
But I’ve much more time to hide myself now they’ve learned to count to fifty.
Of course they were the first to hide, whilst I counted slow and steady.
Managing to make a drink to their repeated shout “We’re ready!”
With mug in hand I answered them, “I’m coming, ready or not!”
And closed my ears to the giggles which give away their spot.
Wandering around the house and acting so uncertain.
Pretending that I couldn’t see their feet beneath the curtain.
Lasting out the “seeking” stage as long as I could fake it.
The silence was so pleasurable, I was loathe to ‘find’ and break it.