The moment is near, anticipation  grips like a vice ,as I tense my legs to spring into action.
A worn out plastic blaster in one hand and a cell phone flash light in the other,
they will never know what hit them.
Still when my attack ruins the day I am at a loss.
I regroup and try again to enter
their world,
where colors are brighter and the hours of play with out end.
Finally, I get my battle,
fight until I am out of breath from laughter,
and die happily in theatrics beneath the blow up mattress
currently serving as a Jedi star ship.
Precious few are the days,
and ever closer the battles end.
Our fields of war are exchanged for
ever spanning phone calls,
visits at Christmas.
For now I will regroup
and attack again at dawn.