MY TREE CASTLE

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!