On our Thanksgiving break,
I taught the kids how to play rummy.
Though I told them all about you,
how we would play cards for hours,
I only lasted for six measly hands,
even stopping for a cup of coffee.
How did you do it, entertaining me,
endlessly keeping me good company?
Next, I’ll teach them the rules for war,
and pinky-swear I'll play for hours.
Poem #24 of 30 Poems in November to benefit Center for New Americans.
