Hide and seek—
three kids making the most
of a new apartment,
boxes everywhere
Who could have guessed something
so soft, could turn so
scary.
Youngest child,
squeegee in hand,
jumps off a box and
onto her older brother’s head.
Blood rushes and the
game is quickly disbanded.
He was okay.
A memory was made,
one we would joke about for years,
even if tinged with fear.
We moved forward,
the fear was forgotten,
life went on.
Had I known what was to come,
I might have lived in those
proceeding moments
just a little longer.
Had I known he would be taken,
not by a squeegee,
but by cruel reality,
I would have clung to my brother
much
more
tightly.
Your poem Hide n Seek has an innocence that reminds me of playing hide n seek with my 2 little brothers. *Cruel reality is sobering. My fav lines are those last 3 words. Well done!