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.
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