Bless All the Children

swirling swords
behind snow forts, hands
activated with
walloping tosses

readying for a bold
frontal assault

days of the Round
Table alive, as
knights charging across
our parking lot.

And in a Nursing Home
not so far away
an old knight, Grandpa
remembers
his days of Camelot

fingering snowballs
in his dreams

joyful times replaced
by wheel-skids
from a rolling chair.
And dusty in a corner
of his room, an old sword
from childhood days.

© 2011 Richard L. Provencher
Website: www.wsprog.com/rp/