|Mom and Dad in 2012 in Cincinnati|
The knight in fine armor who guarded my
childhood never owned a horse but went from
city streetcar to countryside Dodge coupe
when he married my mother and began
to plant crops that continue to grow strong.
Hey Dad, how are you? We call and without
fail, he answers: Grumpy, Mean, Ornery.
All is well. He may be bruised from a fall
but he mows the lawn, smokes his one-pipe-a-
day on the porch, gossips with friends and guards
the neighborhood while continuing to
check his crops once weekly, guardian still.
Happiness! Children, grandchildren, in-laws
and new great grandchild—all return his love.
Posted for Poets United Poetry Pantry #205.
Copyright © 2014 S.L.Chast