#WritcoPoemPrompt52
At the back of my father's very effort
of what we called our home,
was my little Haven....
A tree house that was my go to place
Just when I needed a home away from home...
It held fond memories of my childhood and was my place...
where reinvigoration is fueled
and my creative juices were extracted.
I love my charge over it and shared with friends...
I played, brood and marked on my territory...
The joys of my childhood in my very best gift of a Tree house from my Father.
© Manuel Ovie Oburhie