Home In Mid-Air
I alight from my ebony ford
Porched beneath the shady mammoth tree
One hand holding mommy
The other some grocery
As she leads me through
The mini pansy garden
Up the the rickety wooden planks
To our home in mid air
Small but sturdy as ever
On my goliath banyan tree
A small kitchenette for mommy and me
A barbie cushioned boudoir
Rested upon by welcome week-end guests
Evenings spent with bunnies at play
Love rocketing in the rustic air
Bedtime in quilts as the winds whistled
Through flying curtains and vanishing windows
Listening to tales with wide opened eyes
From the storage of books dad left behind
Peeping at the stars swirling in the summer breeze
Half drowsy eyes amidst echoing words
Throwing ladders into the clear dark sky
Effortlessly ascending as Jack on the beanstalk
Holding net on my herculean shoulders
Cautiously stealing into the gates of heaven
Thronging with some sleepy old gods
Abducting dad with quickened speed
Manufactured locks to hold him in custody
In our tree-house hideaway
That he built for mommy and me
THIRD
Balveen Cheema
September 15, 2015
Contest: A Child's First Home
Sponsor: Verlena S. Walker
*40 years down the line our tree house has been weather-beaten and destroyed.
The Ford of pre-independence is in the Ford Museum, Mumbai
Copyright © Balveen Cheema | Year Posted 2015
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