Building

The pillows on our couch inspired Imaginative play. My son arranged them carefully In his creative way. They formed a fort or hideout Or a castle or a ship Or just a group of stepping stones On which we'd often trip. That happened many years ago. Today I watch and smile As the son of that same pillow boy Constructs in his own style. His building blocks are blankets Used to make his own "hotel," With divisions for his parents' room And sister's space, as well. He cordoned off the "bathrooms," One for girls and one for boys And when there were no more blankets, He built walls made out of toys. I'm glad I got to witness A new generation's boy Use his mind and hand to build some walls, The kind I can enjoy.