John W. McEwers

Veteran Poet - 1,178 Points (6/20/1980 / Nova Scotia, Halifax)

The Last Pajamagram - Poem by John W. McEwers

If I would have known
you would never again show
at my door
with Tostitos and cheese dip,
I would have never
gotten so serious at Scrabble.

Abbr. words are allowed
in life,
not sure why we fight so hard
for board game rules.

And since you Abbr. that night
and our marriage
and my time spent with my children
and my account balance
and my credit score
you may as well have won at Scrabble too.

Remember when we used to
push TAXING and TEDIUM aside,
flip the board,
and Abbr. the lighting?

Abbr. or not, when we got down,
it was a Triple Word Score.

I LOVE YOU.

I know you always hated me winning this way,
but all I have left is a D.

I LOVED YOU.

Strange it still doesn't feel like winning.

Topic(s) of this poem: love


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, August 31, 2015


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