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