Tuesday, April 02, 2013

Lied Laughing


Lied Laughing

Daddy had eyes
in the back of his head
That’s what he told five-year-old me
And as he lied, laughing,
face-down on the floor
I carefully inspected his feathered hair

“I still see you!” he exclaimed
to my growing wonder
I giggled, in spite of my
earnest hunt for the truth

“Stop touching my eyes!”
he squealed
to my intensified inquiry
My tiny fingers
paused briefly and,
with us both laughing,
continued the hunt

My daddy had eyes
 in the back of his head
And they always caught me
laughing. 



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