Underneath

Under the bed, their eyes made of beads stare at the wood
and the form in the mattress.
She shifts: once, twice…
Nightgowned and small,
she emerges from the bed, looking for her father’s brown
eyes in the mirror. Gladly, she sees her mother.
She grabs a doll from underneath and looks into the reflective blanks.
She places it back under the bed and finds the space
most comfortable on the mattress.
She doesn’t want to be watched anymore
by children made out of plastic and cloth.