Child's Play

Written by: kathleen stevens


I watch you play upon the stairs,
 
 Lost in your childhood games,
 
 Built by your imagination,
 
 With freedom and no restraint.
 
 Today you are a sailor,
 
 The captain of your ship,
 
 Sailing on the ocean sea,
 
 Procuring a long summer trip.
 
 You sing a song
 
 That you have loved,
 
 Words of an old lullaby,
 
 You sing a song on the stairs today,
 
 Singing loud—you’re not shy.
 
 The stairs are now a jungle,
 
 A land that you explore,
 
 With a monkey and a zebra,
 
 A tiger and a vicious wild boar.
 
 You pretend you’re on a skyscraper
 
 High up in the sky,
 
 Playing like you’re really there,
 
 And wishing you could fly.
 
 Once again, you’re hungry,
 
 Therefore, you stop and eat your lunch,
 
 You’ll be a chef in your own shop,
 
 There’s not much time to stop.
 
 The stairs are now a cherry tree
 
 In your own loved backyard,
 
 With grass and flowers, and bumble bees,
 
 Except in this tree, you cannot scrape your knees.
 
 The stairs yet again, a mountain top
 
 Reaching high into the sky,
 
 But all too soon, it’s evening time
 
 And now, no more time to climb.