I will share in this blog a poem written by my 21 year old daughter. We turned to our own unique ways to deal with this tumultuous period in our lives and Sahana turned back to writing. She shared a couple of poems with me as they capture moments of her childhood and I am the preserver of memories. I hope you like the poem:
Tree Top Castles
The fact of the matter was: the time was simpler.
And the sun faded everything into an even, sepia tone,
Not from film cameras, but a small, portable Nikon,
One I had begged for until it appeared, cherry red, on my birthday.
And the rest of that summer when we got to work,
I memorialized it in the best way I knew.
I took to bossing around the neighborhood kids like a pro,
Construction hat firmly in place where my mother pressed it on my forehead,
Foreman of the foremost building in the entire region,
Or at least in within the perimeter of the territory we had claimed as our own,
Biking around cul de sacs, no hands on handlebars, pedaling hard.
To the spot we chose for our lemonade stand.
We had put on a pasta dinner for our parents, raised money to fund the lemonade stand,
From the forty bucks they put in the hat, we gave half to charity, our good deed of the summer,
And spent the other twenty setting up a lemonade stand made of dreams.
Built of our own two hands and measured glasses, we got lucky
Cop cars rolling up and paying triple per cup,
One radioing his buddies and there were constant cups to pour.
We took the funds and bought nails and wood,
Deconstructing a moldy picnic table hadn’t been enough,
Not enough to touch the architectural wonder I had designed,
Three tiers, bedrooms almost, and a multilevel garage,
Designs drawn out with a careful hand between summer math packets and book reports,
Sketched in journals of elementary angst between pages of nascent poetry.
When the castle came together, months of the neighborhood kids clambering up trees,
Holding hammers and saws in unsafe ways,
Five year olds trying to keep up, dragging planks of wood from pile to pile,
We had constructed a fortress, and our last three dollars bought a cheap “KEEP OUT” sign,
Walking over with the whole crew to the hardware store that had come to know us.
We sat in the shade of the castle and poured out a jug of lemonade.
The memories hit me eleven years later when I saw the last plank fall out of place,
Rotted and unused, no girls spying on older baseball players or hide and seekers,
No pirate ships and scallywags roaming its decks in years.
I watched our treetop castle disintegrate in front of me, wisps of ash close at hand,
Thinking about how our neighborhood gang fell apart after eighth grade,
High school pressure too much to hold.
How we had been so close for so long,
Built something so beautiful,
And walked away without looking back.
4 thoughts on “Treetop Castles – a poem by Sahana”
Made me dewy-eyed thinking of my childhood days …
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Undoubtedly beautifully written! Enjoyed reading it.
Thank you so much!