Parcheesi Please

The tension was high

A battle of highest standards

We had played a thousand times

And that estimate was low

For a good share of the time

We kept track of who won

But it has never been about winning

It is the time spent together

More like two friends sharing time

Then a mother and daughter playing

But it was a bond

And with each time we would

Roll, move and repeat

It was another laugh

Another minute

Another silent embrace

Of love from me to you


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – repeat

*Today has been eleven years since my Mom died and I still miss her like crazy. This is just one example of “repeat” for things she would do with me. I really miss those games. We would listen to music and laugh… good memories I hope I will never lose.