Bunco artist

Grandma had a few pastimes
when she wasn’t puttering
by the stove, putting up
pearl onions or flouring eggplant
from the backyard garden.
She’d sit tatting, making
miniscule movements
with white string, magically
forming doilies before
the television as Granddaddy
watched his programs,
eating lemon custard ice cream
cut in a slab with a table knife.
Some days, she’d roll up her
stockings and go out for church,
bunco or bingo, but I never
knew one from another.
That may explain why,
when Mom complained
of bunko artists targeting
the elderly, I didn’t know
which side Grandma was on.
~~~
Inspired by VJ’s weekly challenge.

The photo shows Grandma in college.

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