A TENT SPROUTED
When a tent sprouted
in our living room
Draping it with
blankets, sheets, and throws
Soft soothing
walls
A cocoon
A cover
A comfort
I knew this structure
needed to stay.
A textured maze
full of small, hidden rooms
Spots for
reading, homework, playing games
Lit by
flashlights
All beaming
All steady
All certain
I treasured this
harbor within our home.
A warm, cozy nest,
a sprawling refuge
Defended by its
young gatekeepers
You entered here
Heart crossed
Oath taken
Treats offered
I smiled when I
heard “Mom, come on in.”
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