With a single hand you support my spine,
Reminding me the weight of the world is not mine.
The challenges you lay on the table each day,,
You strengthen my armor and bolster my will.
You reflect my worst fears and surface them all,
To assure me I'm tough, even though small.
The challenge you lay on the table each day,
Force me out of my own stubborn way.
And I cannot begin to bear you chagrin,
When I lose in a game, I always should win.
So I strive to be more, to grow and mature,
To break every window and open each door,
To equally play and wholeheartedly stay,
Thankful and greatful through each passing day.