How To Build A Playhouse
I heard the car door slam,
and immediately looked a the clock.
As I ran to the door I couldn’t help noticing
The giant box on the car roof!
Whatever could it be?
Lots of ropes wound about it
And clearly there was nothing in it,
Or so I thought.
An empty wooden crate?
As Daddy struggled to remove it,
I saw his excited smile
And knew it was not just an empty crate at all,
But one filled with his love for me!
I was right!
By Martha L Shaw – © 2-16-2013
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