When my son was an infant,
I played peek-a-boo with him.
Through the cracks between
My fingers, I could see his eyes
Widen, astonished, as I vanished
Behind my open palms.
As I dropped my hands, returning
From limbo, his eyes glowed.
He did not laugh.
As my son grew into a toddler,
When I covered my smile in jest,
He would grab my hand,
Pull it down;
I re-materialized, and his laughter
Said, "I see you."
The wonder had vanished.
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