Knight vs. Lion

With his mask pulled down

He draws the mighty sword

from behind his back.

He swings with all his might

and defeats the mighty lion

He looks up at crowd,

bows to the lady in red

“Your Majesty”

He climbs back onto his horse

and rides away from the arena.

Climbing off of the couch,

he tucks the plastic sword

into the back of his shirt

He laughs as the cat sticks her head

out from underneath the couch.

-For Garrett

The Kite Flyer

His small hands grip the string tightly,

Clenched fists, holding out towards the sun.

He laughs and looks up in to the sky,

Letting the string loosen slightly from his grip.

Looking over at me, he smiles,

His trademark trouble making smile

Where his eyes squint up and

All of his five-year-old teeth showing.

The wind grabs him, pulling him away.

He glances back; he knows it’s his chance.

Squealing, he takes off down the field

And the string releases from his grip.

He stops and watches as it floats and when

It hits the grass and he yells, running towards it.

Picking up the kite he waits for me, laughing,

As I toss it into the sky once again.

-For Garrett