Full Circle

Sitting in my old armchair,

There's a knocking at my door.

Tiny angel, standing there,

" I fell down. My knee is sore. "

When the children came to call,

Seeking comfort in their tears,

I stood watch, while they grew tall,

With the passing of the years.

Then as History and Math

Laid assault upon their brain

They'd come running up the path

" Please explain it once again ? "

Never send a child away.

Never let young trust be spurned.

Slowly, surely, comes the day

When the tables will be turned.

" I'll just put this mop away.

Then I'll go and get your tea.

While I'm waiting at the shop.

Can you do Geometry? "

My young neighbours now recall

Friendship from their infancy

Pleasantly I contemplate.

"They come round to comfort me."