Unfortunately, befriended


They were playing a game of opposition
plastic animals arranged neatly on two sides, marching.

Fortunately, they followed vague chess rules,
counting their moves, giggling, chanting.

Unfortunately, he decided to create super killers
wiping out half of her brown cow stock.

Fortunately, she thought of healers,
who nurse dead back to life.

Unfortunately, his super-powered chickens
bulldozed down fearless healers.

Fortunately, she said, healers are immortal,
they heal themselves first, then others.

Unfortunately, I smelled dinner burning
as I sat here engulfed in their fiery game.

Fortunately, the Unfortunately was in the kitchen
taking the roast out of the oven, smiling.

Unfortunately clapped hands loudly and greeted
gleefully: Fortunately you are here!

Fortunately, we befriended Unfortunately,
while bickering who’d clean up scattered plastic animals.


Inspired by wise young people and the game Fortunately/Unfortunately.



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16 Responses to Unfortunately, befriended

  1. I am amazed at your capability in describing something as mundane as a mum watching her kids play……

    • BeeHappee says:

      Thanks, Ron. Watching kids play is more magical than cooking if you ask me, and I love the magic of cooking. Nothing is mundane, really, if we just open up to it.
      Well, another poem topic perhaphs: Mundane, befriended. 🙂
      Have a great non-mundane weekend!

  2. smilecalm says:

    makes me happy to have a peek
    into this beautiful world
    of making believe 🙂

  3. Walking My Path: Mindful Wanderings in Nature says:

    Fortunately, I get to read these beautiful words and experience vicariously this playful make-believe. Thank you KristinaBeeHappy!

  4. shoreacres says:

    Fortunately/Unfortunately is a real game? I thought it was life, but now that I’ve looked it up, I see how it’s played. The best part in the Wiki is this line, or something close to it: “there is no specified end point.” That’s the best kind of game — the one that’s fun, and never ends.

    • BeeHappee says:

      Ha, yes, fortunately it is a game, unfortunately it is real life too, wait, or is it the other way around. It has been quite played out, there are books and theater performance made with that idea. Still, I had fun with the poem, for it seems when you write out all your fortunates and unfortunates, it becomes quite clear that it really can go either way.

  5. Michael says:

    Such a delightful series of innocent ripostes! I love the invention of super powers that kid’s play. You always get to the point of wondering where to draw the line. Like, can death kill a healer, or can a healer always cheat death…? Spent some very fun afternoons with friends when I was seven or eight, inventing worlds and powers and letting the dice decide those prickly questions for us. Problem solved. Kids dance around these themes so effortlessly. Yours anyway. With you giggling away on the sideline.

    I loved this scene…


    • BeeHappee says:

      Thank you very much, Michael. Yes, I was wondering where the ‘super powers’ were going to end. Honestly, they ended in somewhat of a lock down and I chimed in to recommend to look for another way. I love to watch when their creativity is flowing, then the game may seem endless, because there is always a way. Watching children play reminds me that we get stuck when we close our hearts and minds to the endless possibilities.
      We do end up tossing a coin a lot in our house. Five-year-old, if not happy with the outcome, always asks for a re-toss. 🙂
      Talking about the dance between life and death, this short film is beautiful: http://www.filmsforaction.org/watch/a-hauntingly-beautiful-short-film-about-life-and-death/

      Blessings to you,

  6. Lovely Kristina.. I was playing Plastic Barbie’s and Ken.. Fortunately they were well behaved, Unfortunately Grandma kept getting her lines wrong, But fortunately my Granddaughter age 5 knew all the lines and prompted Grandma repeatedly… Unfortunately Grandma was glad when it was time for dinner, so fortunately Barbie and Ken went to sleep! in separate boxes 😉 🙂 ❤

    • BeeHappee says:

      Oh, sounds like a fortunate couple, the grandma and the granddaughter. 🙂 My little boy is five. It is such a great age. We had some lone single Barbie some place in our house, she got a makeover once or twice, then her hair was chopped off, and she was all but forgotten. I have a girl who prefers making sling shots for her brother to playing dolls.
      Thank you Sue. 🙂

      • 🙂 Sling-shots 🙂 Love it.. and not got to cutting off Barbie’s hair yet.. But there’s time .. And Age 5 is a great age 🙂 full of Why Questions.. 🙂 Have a great weekend Kristina

  7. M. L. Kappa says:

    What a fun, lovely poem!

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