When the grand kiddos were little
We’d dream, big eating Rainbow skittles
Illuminating adventures in their mind
Telling fantastical story, to Unwind
They had a room in Nana and Papa‘s home
It was an imaginary place to freely Rome
One year it was the Pirates of the Caribbean
A bunkbed ship top bunk for lookout see’n
large canvas sail and fishnet to the ceiling
Glow paint the night stars realistic feeling
The captains quarters maps for steering
A talking parrot for laughter cheering
Imagination is in the minoot details
Starfish, sharks barnacle on the side rails
Looking at the finished room created
Pirate ship, Sea foam walls, stars stated
Three boys, chose pirate names
For nightly stories are pirate games
Parents never cool Nana the exception
Mother of invention, honorable mention
Bubble bath ink octopuses perils at sea
Captain jack to the rescue them three
Sleepy time, tea on the Shanghai express
Sail north to dreamland pirates , PJs dress
The story began each pirate made it grand
Ship battles buried treasure in white sand
Imagination fizzled started to fade
An epic Story completed well played
Listen, while the cobwebs feel their head
Prayers said success they’re asleep in bed
Reminiscent Peter Pan and Captain Hook
As they grew, it was super heroes. But each time that room was transformed into The Batt cave , the avengers command center and many other wonderful adventures to be had. Building the room was half the fun. We built it together