She waits for her father to come home
eager to trot away
and play hide and
seek, giggling
and falling
before she
reaches her hiding spot,
getting up and
running away
her favorite game to play
when daddy is home.
.
Daddy, come and find me,
the last words he remembers.
She hopes he will never stop looking for her.
ouch...that last line...least couple lines really catch my heart...and it hurts...
ReplyDeletesuddenly I am intoxicated with the desire to see inside the early life of your children. (but upon writing this I wonder if you are not the mother to this one but rather the child, or perhaps it is only fiction?)
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erin
I felt a chill up my spine when I finished reading your beautiful and evocative poem. I don't know why. There's an ominous tone running through it. Like a placid and tranquil day on the beach which is suddenly interrupted by a tsunami. I really liked this poem. Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Sounds delightful at the beginning, but it ends uncomfortably. Very uncomfortably. Sigh!
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Bear hugs!
In our (your) part of the country there are several young girls missing ... horrific always, especially this time of the year. Brutally cold and snowing now ....
ReplyDeleteInteresting to read the comments and see the different reactions to this evocative piece. I never played hide and seek with my father, as he wasn't that kind of person, but now that he is gone this strikes a deep chord.
ReplyDeleteThe inspiration for this piece was the work I used to do with adolescents, who felt the need to escape, be independent, dispute everything their parents had taught them. At the bottom of all that rebellion was a deep need to have their father comfort them, stand by them, find them lovable. I was only able to hint at "her" need to be found.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments.