Tiles marching across the board,
they line up in regimented form.
Corner to corner, each rides
its individual square with precision.

Studying the tiles in my tray,
I await your next play … willing
you to add that vital letter … setting
me up for the double word score!

Across the table your eyes meet mine,
you slowly smile and reach for a tile.
ROOM becomes GROOM and I
am dismayed – that word hadn’t occurred!

Sparkling catches my eye, and
looking more closely, I spy atop
the letter G a circlet of gold,
crowned with a fiery rock.

I pore over the board and
find no Y, but there in the corner
is an I, to which I add O and U,
grinning as you translate.