My Nephew Poem by maria goodison

I saw my nephew fall to day and oh how I Felt his pain.
He did not cry or whimper at all just look at me
And pus him self up, he said with such a bravery in his face
Auntie it's okay hands not dirty let go and play.
How I smile and admire this gentle soul, kissing his forehead I said kings and knights would have cried at less.
We played as if we were knights around King athletes table, All of a sudden my nephew stop, auntie you can't play this Game no girls were aloud around the round table I laugh and bowed and said, this maybe true but you have forgotten the
Lady Morgan.
My nephew look rather deep and put a finger to his lips, hmm he said well in that case I must become Merlin.