Our little son
Is hiding,
playing his game.
'Have you found him? '
my wife asks,
fear on her face.
'He's alright' I say
'He likes to escape us,
he likes us looking for him.'
'But darling' she says,
'He has never hidden
for 3 full days before.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem