my friends who are there now.
Glory Days
In his glory days, Jack made
Knives,
Shaping Damascus steel for
The blades,
Fashioning exotic wood, leather,
Elk horn for the unique
Handles.
In his glory days, Jack
Made bread,
Crusty loaves sprinkled with
Seeds,
Delicious hot from the
Oven, butter melting
Into the crevices.
In his glory days,
Jack painted.
His pictures grace the
Hallway:
Barns, mountains,
Cabins,
A tree carved with
The initials D and J.
Today, Jack tried hopelessly
To fashion a knife out of
A toothbrush.
I allowed him to tinker with
The tools in the garage while I
Closely supervised.
Jack finally realized it
Was an impossible task
And I led him back to his
Safe spot,
The recliner.
But I suddenly realized
That Jack's glory days
Aren't behind him.
They're ahead!
I wonder what amazing
Projects
He will be creating then.
(And now, he's busy at work
once again.)