Learning Chess

My grandson wants to teach me chess. I’ll do my best, but I confess That games and me don’t really mix, Like dogs you cannot teach new tricks. The pieces I’m supposed to learn Move different ways when it’s my turn, So somehow I’m required to know Which ones move only in a row… Or which can jump or else advance Diagonally; it’s a dance With steps I haven’t conquered yet, For once they’re taught, I soon forget. Yet, we’ll continue even though I still have quite a ways to go. My goal is not to be a master, Just to not be a disaster.