That was in childhood
When we could hide
a feather
a scented eraser
or a brush of right size
to draw an outline..
We did not tell that we
ate gooseberries in class room
Or that some one else’s
homework I did…..
Or that mom threatened
divorce and matter
was serious.
We believed adults always
told the truth
We kids were liars
We kept secrets
Now as adults,
We know children never lied
Those were open secrets.