Playing chess with my son
License Some rights reserved by cyanocorax Each of these pieces Has its own story: One of moves made At the hands of Father or son or Grandfather who Offered them as a Gift one Christmas To his Grandson. Knowing he had not Long to live He took them from A dusty shelf and Repainted those that Were black And revarnished Those that were white. Illness and age left paint Where it Should not be Adding ambiguity To our play - The predictable patterns of a timeless game Knocked slightly askew.