poetry friday

Here’s another favorite poem from when my kids were small…

Hiding
by Dorothy Aldis

I’m hiding, I’m hiding
And no one knows where;
For all they can see is my
Toes and my hair.

And I just heard my father
Say to my mother —
“But, darling, 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
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 him for good.”

Then I laughed out aloud
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!