I watch the game of battleships 
drop in slow motion
Pieces scatter across the carpet
I sit, get the young ones to pick up
Before the beautiful monster known as my wife
Enters the room
I cover the room with my eyes
Making sure each piece is back in place
I chase a fly around the table
Keeping it from settling on the fruit bowl
Time counts down as the battle zone is clear
No need to wave white flags of surrender
All is normal as she enters the room…

© Anita Dawes 2021