The Castle
from S. Lura Perrault to her Hero

After a long, hard day at work,
a man to his castle retires;
To a place not built by mortar and stones,
but the dreams his heart inspires.

A welcoming squeeze & a kiss from his wife
and giggling glee from his babe,
Are by far the richest dividend
ever he has been paid.

The dragons, the monsters, the battles and wars
fade away with the day.
The knight is locked within his fort
and is ready now to play.

To wrestle and roll and play chase round the chairs
is now his sole task, you see;
A job he holds most true and dear,
in his heart so bold, so free.

No matter the toil or work of the day,
at night he is the king;
Locked tight in the castle of their hearts,
A hero he’ll always be.