The Chess Game

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.

Reviews

[NyanMeow]

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