Playing Potsy

Some sidewalk chalk, a pebble 
And a grandkid who would play
Set the stage to bring me back
To many years ago today.

I drew the board, explained the rules 
And as we hopped the squares, 
A wave of pure nostalgia
Up and caught me unawares.

Remembering the games I played
With friends on Brooklyn streets,
I realized there are certain things
Well-worth some late repeats.

But who'd a thunk way way back then 
The future would reveal 
A childhood game would, as a nana,
Still have such appeal.