My son was here today, with several friends.
Just two at first. Then five. Then him and me.
He always tries to linger when it ends,
As though there's something else he'll want to see
Or do, before the Changing Of The Guard.
So after basketball all afternoon,
And monkey-in-the-middle in the yard,
And friends all gone to dinner way too soon,
We waited for his sister, and his mother,
And played a game of cards, and then another,
And then a game of chess. Yes, chess. I know.
He begged me. And he knew he'd have to go.


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So heartening to hear how he wants more.....
Honestly, probably the most fitting adjective, sweet and sad at the same time.
A game of chess. Yes, I get that.
Thank you for posting this.
dlv, I guess I should make it clear that it was his friends playing all those games, not me. Sadly, his basketball skills have passed mine. (I never played,) And yes, you and I were haunting each others' sites last night at about the same time. Sorry we missed each other.
Hi trilogy. It IS heartening, after the fact.
Hi anna1. yes and plenty. I hope he feels it.
Hi vanessa. More on the sad side, really. But we all get through it.
Caroline, thank you. I don't take daily credit; that thing lurking in the background is in my premise. But yes, it does lurk, constantly.
Fusun, yes, it was a tactically brilliant move. Like this was a chess game or something.
froggy, you are very kind.
And everyone is very kind. And I am very tired. Thank you as always.
Goodnight.