Chess Games
I still can remember
when
I was about
six years old
then
my grandfather
loudly told
my mother
though I was young
I was nonetheless
old enough
to learn the ways of chess
And so it began
pawns
castles
those bishops too
A knight
that can hop
two squares
then one
I thought the knight
was the most fun
The king
which honestly
he can’t do much
of anything
The queen
she is seen
all over the land
diagonal
sideways
whatever
way
this lady wants
to play
We would go for one hour
and many more
the game never tasted sour
I never knew
what he had in store
But it was never
a bore
Though it was
a bit of a chore
My grandfather knew
everything
I did not
like what to contemplate
what steps to take
whether to use the castle
or the bishop too
and the perfect moves to make
for the final checkmate
It was impossible to win
against this guy
with a gleam in his eye
and smoke from his pipe
he could see the unseen
as if he practiced chess
under the black of night
If he were a betting man
he could put his wins
into a little bin
and take off
down the road
with great fortunes
yet to be told
I wanted to peek
inside his wise
grandfatherly mind
reach to seek
how he knew
such things
about
all things
Nowadays I can say
that one day
we will play
chess
once
again
