When she was a child she sat in his den
When he wasn’t there and then she’d pretend
The door was a gateway to another world
The oversized sofa was a treasure chest of gold
The computer was a monster that often took him away
It hypnotized and mesmerized him all night and all day
The files strewn on his desk were maps of worlds unknown
Waiting to be explored by an imaginative little girl
The Den had a King and he had a Queen
But rarely was she heard of, presented or even seen
The Queen too was a ruler but the King she did fear
She sufficed all his betrayals to protect her imaginative little heir
For if the Queen left the King, on her own would she be
And the kingdom is unforgiving to those the King deems unworthy
So the Queen too used the den when no-one else was there
She’d imagine it filled with the laughter of a loving King and his heirs
The oversized sofa to her was a bed
Where the King would love her and on her shoulder rest his head
The files and the computer were no where to be seen
In this pretend world of a neglected and lonely Queen
The King had no idea of others’ uses of his den
To him it was his private place where he could work, relax and pretend
No-one would dare disturb him in this, his sacred place
It was his time to be free of responsibility and find a moment’s solace
His sofa was a yacht in the middle of the sea
Where he could sail around the world with his undemanding family
The King could be free of the mundane and boring life he led
When he secluded himself in his den of pretend
Copyright © 2008 PTD Lawrence
Thursday, April 9, 2009
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