The Chess Game

The Chess Game

A Poem by KalebMatthew

When I was a child,
I often played chess with my dad.

He and I would sit down
across from each other
and play a game - 
which I would inevitably lose.

I didn't mind losing 
because I enjoyed the game
and also the quality time 
I got to spend 
with my dad.

Through countless losses 
I got better, 
and eventually, 
At about nine years old
I managed to beat him.

When I finally won, I had always thought 
that he would lift me up in his arms, and we would celebrate 
my growth and progress. 

He would tell me how proud he was of me.

But instead, he said nothing.

And we never played again.

© 2020 KalebMatthew

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It's really hard to review poetry, but I'm trying to work on it. This struck me because it's so relatable that so many people don't actually want you to succeed, and when you realize that, it's sobering, to say the least

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Tags: parenthood, childhood, family, chess, defeat, growth, games, quality time, loss, growing up



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