Our queen moves with grace and purpose

Her anger supressed, regal poise her choice

The knights, the bishops, move to her bidding

The king stays behind the castle hiding

The rook protects him at her command

And in the court of black and white

Shades of grey do rule the land

The game of chess in olden times

Played on the board, a rigid grid

Of squares precisely eight squared true

If life were only just as plain

Perhaps the Queen, my mother

Would favor love over logic

Like the King my who is my father

Who taught me, although I am the pawn,

The littlest one has the power