When my son was but a babe,
I'd take his toes and wiggle,
tell him where each piggy went,
and he would promptly giggle.

Other times I'd raise my hands
to hide my laughing eyes,
then, peek-a-boo, take them away -
he'd jump at the surprise.

Hide and seek became his sport
once he knew how to crawl.
Behind the curtain he'd retreat -
we both had such a ball.

Have those years of laughter gone
now that I live alone?
Don't count on it. Just listen in
when we talk on the phone.