Peek-a-Boo

Playing the flute this week,
I glanced down to see Caleb
Sitting, holding Phil’s dirty t-shirt.
He smiled and covered his face
For a moment. Peek-a-boo!

I smiled and returned to playing.
A few measures later, I stopped.
What was I thinking?
My son will be nine months
Only a few more days.

So I sat on the floor and he hid
And revealed. We laughed.
Shortly, he grew bored
And crawled off, and I returned
To playing, filled with delight.