Salvation
Our grandson (7) made a game –
He christened it “Salvation.”
Before he rattled off the rules
I asked his explanation.
“Do you know what salvation means?’
I queried; he admitted
He didn’t, so I asked his sib,
Against whom he was pitted.
“I’m only 5!” his sister said.
“I don’t know anything at all.
I haven’t even started school!”
A lot of guff for one so small.
For she knows plenty, but salvation’s
Not for kindergarten,
An age-related absence
Any IQ test would pardon.
So we explained, the game went on
And, good for sib relations,
The final score was even,
Each achieving 3 “salvations.”
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