A Game of Briscola

Grandma's Window 1973
You are always in the game,
wherever I’ve played it.
Forty cards in the deck,
With a nickel always at risk,
And your special “Oomph!”
And swish of the wrist,
Sending the taking three
or ace to the table…are always,
in my hand biding their time

With twinkle and grin,
Even as you were dying,
You asked if I’d been planning
To let you win. I’ve kept your
mischief and smile also,
to play them as wild cards,
whenever I’ve needed your pluck.

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