the big game

you loved her
for many reasons, none
of which were less
important than
her making of potato
skins
for the big game
on sunday.
baked and crisp,
loaded with sour cream
and bacon bits,
peppers and sliced
barbeque chicken.
sometimes she'd sit
and watch part
of the game
with you and your friends
as you devoured her
tray of food,
asking questions such
as
why are there lines on
the field
and who are those men
in striped shirts.
they seem bossy
with those whistles.
are we going to take a walk
at halftime?
you'd say shhhh, honey,
please, the game
is on
which would make her
shrug and leave
to go check on the brownies.