Modern Knight

By day he fight evil

Armed with a taser and a badge

Sir and Ma’am all day long

By night he comes home to an empty house

It’ll be four day old day chili from a restaurant tonight

He dreams of peace, love, family

Past forty, will it ever come

Midnight comes too soon

In bed he clutches his rosary and prays

He prays for the same things each night

He wonders if it will ever come

Laughter

The thing I hate most, laughter
It stings my ears with mockery
When I was ten, I made up my mind to stop laughing
After two years of working on it I finally stopped laughing
With laughter out of my life
I learned that joy disappeared as well
One day in mass, sitting in front of me was a young mother
A mother with tattoos and ill advised attire
When her baby started getting fussy
She picked him up and laughed
Not a mocking laugh, but a joyful laugh
A laughter described at the birth of Isaac