I thought for this FSF I would turn to poetry. The prompt was devotion. The knight is my dad. And my mom is his maiden.Her love was not a shining knight in armor, But a farmer. He would woo her In ways peculiar. This old charmer could disarm her With a humble smile. While Hidden behind his back he held A small offering: His love in a single flower. Or the first ripe apple That he picked from their garden.