It is a full house,
In attendance.
If blood is thick,
Bingo makes our bond thicker!
The family get-togethers
Were never complete
Without this game.
Unlimited food
Unrestricted laughter
Never ending conversations
"Two fat ladies"
"One little duck"
"Two hockey sticks"
"All by itself"....
My uncle, the official "Caller"
Cancer clawed
He passed on....
The baton
Will we ever play again?
For - dVerse Poets
The game continues Janaki, players exit, new ones join in....
ReplyDeleteWe remember fondly, our dear departed ones and the game that is life, goes on...
ha...we def have games we love to play together as a family...there was a time we had a bingo game but other then at fairs i have not played in forever....
ReplyDeleteOh, this takes me back to my childhood . . . wish I had a nickel for every game of Bingo we played together - such fond memories!
ReplyDeleteAnd, so sorry for the loss of your uncle, Janu.
Blessings!
Ahhh. Such a sad surprise ending. I hope someone picks it up from your uncle. Sniff.
ReplyDeletegreat memory, we are flimsy things arent we, here for a moment
ReplyDeleteHope you play again.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
great isolation of one memory about someone you loved...i remember one grandmother and scrabble..;)
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing how we associate something with someone we love. I do love the way you've written this, Janu. I do believe the baton will pass....
ReplyDeleteHope you feel better with each day. No one can fill the loss of the lost loved ones. I understand how we associate certain things with certain people. Life has to move on..so as BINGO..
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