Without mercy,

I place the draw four uno card on the deck

                     He pulls

                     Out a draw four himself

                     Oh, what a smart son I’ve raised

                                The

                                Smirk on his face grows when he sees my

                                Face

                                        Trigger-

                                        ing my feelings

                  He has won

             But he always does

The darkness

Of the room masking my happiness to see his joy, but out

                  Of my complexion

                  He could see my white teeth showing which

                                               Makes him scared

                                               Because he knows what I was going to ask

Sorry son?

Asking if he wanted to play a different game,

                 I

                 am definitely winning this time.

                 He

                       Wished I had said

                       The Game of

                                                                                                      Life,

                                                                     The game when life begins, but sadly has to end

                                                     Little did he know

                                 The deck of cards in my pocket was for my son