One Last Game of Chinese Checkers, Memere

I’m suddenly in tune

With the beating, the pounding

My heart against my chest.

It’s a nervous feeling, so foreign,

So feared, yet...anticipated.

 

I’m suddenly remembering

When you taught me to play--

Late noons waiting for Mom to come home.

Our time, our connection, our game,

A perfect calm.

 

I’m suddenly wondering

If you’ll remember the play,

Our secret trick of lining up pieces

To help, to guide, to reach each other

All the way across the board.

 

I’m suddenly curious

If this marbled maze

Will even be the same. Don’t lose them.

I ache, I twist, I’m pained

As you reach for my pieces -- instead of your own.

 

I’m suddenly imagining

Your thoughts as a stream

Shifting and coursing, unconstant

I see you. So delicate, so frustrated, so tired,

Yet you sit back, sigh, and sing.

 

I’m suddenly watching

These steps leave you idle.

I take your hand, so soft

To help, to guide, to reach each other

All the way across the board.

 Janelle Tardiff '14