The Great Game of Peek-a-Boo

What am I teaching my son
when I vanish, only to
happily reappear?

That no matter how far,
I will always be
near?

Or to see great Father and Mother
like the sun and moon, behind
every tree, within me
and you.

Oh hi there 👋
It’s nice to meet you.

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