The Tree House

© 2015, Barbara W. Beacham

“She lived in a Mango Tree,” she heard the kids shout as they ran past the house. Her husband had built the tree house when their kids were little. This was where their kids spent many hours playing and even slept there on hot summer nights. She had been spending more and more time up in the tree house lately.

As she climbed the stairs she thought she heard their laughter. They shouldn’t be up here now, she thought, it’s time to get ready for school. The caregiver came to the house later that morning. When she couldn’t find Miss Grace in the house she knew where to look. She found her asleep on the old bunk bed. She woke the old woman saying,  “Miss Grace you know you shouldn’t be up here. You’re liable to fall and break your neck.”

The neighborhood kids would often sing out when running past her house, “There was an old lady. She lived in a Mango Tree….”

Mondays Finish the Story

Mondays Finish the Story

36 thoughts on “The Tree House

  1. luckyjc007

    It’s so sad to see the elderly reach the point when they are no longer living reality, but are in the past. Too bad the house is in a tree, although it is truly a beautiful one. Otherwise, I see no reason why she could not go there for her own comfort. The children are young and do not understand the aging process, but they may have to deal with the same thing one day.Lovely, but sad story.

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