The dreaming house

He is building a cubby

A place for dreaming

And imagination

His own

And for those who are coming

He is building a cubby

Grandchild bait

A lure for the young

Saying

“Come play with pop

Teach me how to build mud pies

Sold at a profit“

Two leaves cost?

Tucked in a little flannel pocket

A smile bursts free

of the dimple poked cheek

“Hey you didn’t pay for that

It costs

Three leaves

A pebble

And that piece of wood

Now pay up Pop

And I’ll be good”

He is building a cubby

And dreaming

And the love that he weaves

Polishes a little house

Where it sits amongst trees

Waiting

For Levi

To be old enough to come play in it

Header photo: Steve building a cubby for our grandson who at barely three months, might take awhile to actually make use of it.

Another lady has already asked him to build one for her grandson

And Steve will because as he said to me

“Katie there is something special about building cubbies”

And I responded

“Yes, you are literally crafting a space for dreaming, imagination, happy tootling and exploration”

And how could that not be special?

Love

6 thoughts on “The dreaming house

  1. Kate, I really love “Teach me how to build mud pies / Sold at a profit”—there’s so much tenderness and humor in that invitation. The whole piece feels like a whispered memory-in-the-making, gently folded into flannel and tucked between generations.

    Much love,
    David

    • Thanks David – I felt so much as I watched Steve the other day, could see so much – it was like a download of the future and present colliding. The child in us is still there and it comes out to meet our own children, our grandchildren and if we are extremely blessed – perhaps our great grand children too. Life is so beautiful.

  2. a beautiful story: my father was skilled with tools but I never showed an interest; never got to build a cubby house for my grandkids but I paid for one and they got to enjoy it just as though I did —

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