Practicing from the Heart in the age of Technology - All articles and poems are by Reza Ghadimi, unless otherwise noted.
There is a treehouse in our backyard
I do not know who built it As to my recollection it was always there I do recall a day when I smashed my thumb Trying to hammer a nail into the floor It got black and blue, and hurt for days A week later, when uncle John came to visit He fixed my treehouse and even put a new roof My dad said it was my kingdom and that I was the princess of the tree castle I cried that I didn’t want to be a princess That it was my castle, and I was the queen But a pretty little girl should be a princess NO! I said and my mom agreed that It was my castle and if I wanted To be the queen, it was OK. Now many years later, when I go home I see that my castle is in need of repair My daughter, now three, claimed That she wanted to be the queen So last week, visiting my folks for X-mas I took hammer and nails to fix the castle And smashed my thumb again It is black and blue now, and The pain brings back many memories Having a castle can be painful but fulfilling!
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