Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

Playing Scrabble

I have a seven letter word
But no place to play it
I hope she will put something down I can use
No such luck

Hold on to it for another round.
She makes 123 points playing off her own tile.
There is no opening for my word.
I look for triple word score, double word score,
Triple letter score.

I finally play and get a pathetic twenty-four points.
An hour later I see my chance. 
If she does not take my spot, I can have a word worth 145 points.
Bam.
She takes the spot.

This is what it is like every time I play with my daughter.
It is like she knows where I am going, and she always takes my spot.
Scrabble. Bah. But can I quit playing? No way!

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Ilene Bauer March 8, 2021 at 1:29 PM i can totally relate to this one, caren! i play on the phone with my son and it's a rare day when i can beat him, but i'd never give it up... Caren Krutsinger March 8, 2021 at 11:03 PM My daughter always whips me up and down the board.