Some sidewalk chalk, a pebble
And a grandkid who would play
Set the stage to bring me back
To many years ago today.
I drew the board, explained the rules
And as we hopped the squares,
A wave of pure nostalgia
Up and caught me unawares.
Remembering the games I played
With friends on Brooklyn streets,
I realized there are certain things
Well-worth some late repeats.
But who'd a thunk way way back then
The future would reveal
A childhood game would, as a nana,
Still have such appeal.
Categories:
potsy, games,
Form: Rhyme
The Girl Over There
Look at the girl over there,
the little blond one
hopscotching on the corner.
She used to be me
or was I her?
She can’t still hop
but never runs out
of chalk and potsy stones are everywhere.
Wanna play?
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
Categories:
potsy, people, girl,
Form: Blank verse