Silence Is Golden
My Dad often said, "children should be seen and not heard!"
So my sister, brother and I would sit before him not saying a word
We stare at him and mimic his each and every action
Trying to stifle our giggles while trying to get a reaction
He yawn and three children would yawn in quick succession
Three sets of raised eyebrows mimicking his facial expression
He sniff, change positions, lick his lips or scratch his arm
Three quiet little monkeys copycatting with unique charm
This would go on for quite some time until Dad could take no more
In a booming voice he say, "get upstairs" and we'd dash to the second floor
We barely make it up the stairs before collapsing in fits of laughter
Elated we elected a response from dad, the triumph we were after
After we exhausted ourselves of giggles and could keep a straight face
Down the stairs we go and once again in front of him we take a place
We could tell Dad was also doing his best not to smile and to snicker
The game would begin anew, until laughter threatened to flicker.
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