King Of My Castle

My uncle, who didn’t know English, was enthusiastic when my sister taught him his first sentence.

He went around the yard, saying to anyone who’d listen, “I am the king of my castle.”

Overhearing this, my aunt said aloud, “Yes. He is, but only when I let him.”

My sis and I fell about laughing.



For Theme Thursday

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

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