THE BOARD GAME - FATHER’S DAY TRIBUTE FROM A SON.

a poem by Rita Joyce Singh, India

I’ve learned, now when I come to think of it,
Not that you taught or told me to my face.
You knew, it would come to me bit by bit,
Those moves are in between, they call for grace.
I’ve learned, the dice won’t fall each throw the same,
In loss or gain, fairplay and love it takes.
You showed me Dad, how to play the board game,
That one, flipside of the Ladders and Snakes.
I’ve learned, you roll with the punches when hit,
Neither trials make us scapegoats nor pace.
You said, at times, it makes sense to concede a bit,
For one kind deed, to move forward one space.
Unkind my deed where push can come to shove,
I move back four, guarding, fairplay and love.

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