[ for Cathy ]
It used to be good here .
Had plenty of company .
I doubled as a fort ,
the deck of a pirate ship ,
the keep of a medieval castle ,
always the last refuge where they
fought off the enemy .
Things got pretty noisy at times .
But when the dust settled ,
they’d settle down to a meal
of cookies and rasberry cordial .
In winter , though , things got quiet .
I’d hardly ever see them .
They were like bears hibernating
in the cave of the house .
Then spring would come
the sun bursting through the clouds
and they’d race outside
and it’d start all over again .
But then one day —-
though it must have taken longer ,
they stopped coming at all .
I guess they though I was too babyish
for them .
For years I sat out there all alone
with just memories for company .
But then one day a sound
that made the sun rise in my wooden heart .
A baby’s cry .
It wouldn’t be long , I thought . Less than a year .
And I was right .
I had company all over again .
It was a girl baby so the games
were a little different .
Less noisy . Less rambunctious .
But I was getting older anyway
so I didn’t mind .
Now we keep each other company .
Sometimes her friends come over .
It’s like the old days .
It’s good .