“Daddy, Where’s My Face?”

“Daddy, where’s my face?”
It’s behind that bottle, dear.
“Daddy, where’s my face?”
Now it’s hid behind your ear.
“Daddy, where’s my face?”
Up upon the mantlepiece.
“Daddy, where’s my face?”
Now it’s underneath the fleece.
“Daddy, where’s my face?”
Safe within my memory.
“Daddy, where’s my face?”
It’s nowhere that I can see.
“Daddy, where’s my face?”
In the coffin made of stone.
“Daddy, where’s my face?”
Within your grave, all alone.
“Daddy, where’s my face?”
In a photo by my bed.
“Daddy, where’s my face?”
It’s tucked safely in my head.
“Daddy, where’s my face?”
On your ghost that’s haunting me.
“Daddy, where’s my face?”
It’s on the wind now, being free.

 


This poem was inspired by my daughter playing hide and seek. She asked her dad “where’s my face?” and it was so creepy I had to write about it!

 

What creepy things have your kids said?

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