every castle needs a princess.
i learn this, now, everyday:
kings and queens and princes are
just optional, or throwaway,
it’s quite simple, really: keep
the pair together, it’s no hassle —
every castle needs a princess,
every princess needs
a castle
Worked out, an early morning,
And then rushed out the door,
And left a tattered yoga mat
Just sitting on the floor.
Came home twelve hours later
My granddaughter was there,
All two years old, who followed me
As I slumped in a chair.
She’d never seen the mat before,
But wide were soon her eyes:
She sprang upon it like a cat,
When, much to my surprise,
She sat crossed-legged on the mat
And rocked from side-to-side:
She pulled the front up in her hands,
And started on a ride.
For what to me was old, a thing
I’d not, in years, examined —
A flying carpet now to her,
And she was
Princess Jasmine
I think about these playgrounds that
Are scattered now, like dust;
That I outgrew, as others have,
As one day, we all must.
My granddaughter is with me now,
So much to her I cannot tell —
It’s funny: I’m the swingset now,
And I’ll be left behind
As well
