The prompt at OctPoWriMo today was a good one, rich with new poem possibilities. The theme was games – childhood games, video games, computer games (darn you, Candy Crush!) I couldn’t resist the wordplay that came with this, though. One of the first games I recall playing as a child is jacks. If you’ve never played and are interested, here’s a link to instructions. What a fun memory! And what an opportunity… this poem is for my Daddy.
At recess time when I was eight or so,
Out to the playground we would go.
Some would climb and jump and run,
But that wasn’t the only way to have fun.
We’d gather ‘round with our colored sacks
And play a little game of jacks.
My set was silver and my ball was red,
Through onesies, twosies, threesies sped.
The game went on through four, five, six,
Sometimes we’d bounce the ball on the bricks.
We’d play and play ‘til time for snacks
And then we’d put away our jacks.
I soon grew out of childhood games
To pursue my dream of Broadway fame.
I’d be known as I walked down the street
By adoring fans that I would meet.
When a reporter asked me for the facts,
I would tell them, “I am Jack’s.”
“I wasn’t born to him,” I’d say.
But ever since that special day
He and Mom gave me their name
My life would never be the same.
They have always had my back.
I’m proud to say my Daddy’s Jack.