Dried Milk

Long gone
Are the days
Of toy trucks
Train tracks
Sand and pail

You are now
A worthy opponent
In games reserved
For us older folk

So it was satisfying
To see
Dried milk
Caked in the creases
Of your mouth

Giving me the opportunity
To imagine you smaller
Even as you
Skunked me
In cribbage

©2014 Jill Baker