Some days, I wish my kids were very small
Because today I want to do things that grownups just don’t do.
Like build a fort.
With blankets and chairs.
I would put it against the wall so that I could have pillows to lean on.
Only they would be beasts I had tamed.
And have little pin lights hanging from the chair backs.
But then again
The kids would want to play their games
And make it too much like a movie they saw
Or a campout
Or the jungle.
My tent would be in the middle of a crazy network of caves and tunnels.
And there would be no maps
Because the openings keeps shifting
And the tunnels move.
And, only I can find the way in
Because I am magic.
But I would bring a friend.
Because she gets me
Even when I don’t.
She will say
“Oh, perhaps we shall have some tea then!”
When the roof starts to sag and I can’t figure it out.
“Look! A new door! I wonder where that goes?!”
Because she knows that adventure
will get me all excited again.
And maybe I would have to get new chairs
Because maybe that corner of the living room would always be a tent
In a cave
At the end of a wild trek through mysterious tunnels.