Mom's Bridge Games
No Kids Allowed - But The Snacks Were Epic
On Wednesday evenings, you'd host a card game or two
with those soft yellow, buttery mints
Waving your hands, you chased us out of the room
our bedroom prison, is where we were sent
For weeks you would clean and get everything ready
set up the card table and chairs needed to seat -em
A big crowd for us, around fifteen or twenty
you'd serve them our red hots, fresh cashews and peanuts
Dressed to the nines, always in your Sunday best
to play bridge with the neighborhood women
Sharp tones, slapping hands, "no, it's just for the guests"
sherbert ice cream in punch, with persimmons
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Being a kid, it would never fail
with a mom who was pinching a buck
Forced to sit on the steps, faces pressed to the rail
raw moments like these, really sucked
But when everyone left, at the end of the night
and the TV and nightgown were put on
The call down the hall, was the official invite
to devour the leftovers, all gone
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To this day I enjoy eating these snacks
if for only the memories they bring
Popping those goodies, and they come flooding back
I would change nothing, not one little thing
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
We have the Chinese version of this - Mahjong! And the same reactions take place culturally!
I remember those days! And the mints...but never thought about peanuts and red hots. That's a must-try. Which lady is your mom? My guess is the one in teal? And that picture of the child's prison...perfect.
Oh, I remember those days. For me it was not card parties but Tupperware parties, Home Interiors or even craft parties. When all over the snacks were free range.
Hey, um, what are red hots? 😅 I enjoyed your poem!
For us it was mom's night to host Bible study when all of us kids along with dad would be imprisoned in the basement to feast on meat pot pies. I still love a good meat pot pie. Granite City in Lincoln, Nebraska makes a dandy!