Family and friends,
our turns revolve around the table.
Like a roulette ball,
spinning on it's wheel,
waiting to stop,
waiting to land.
There are plenty high hands
here tonight.
Still, none are the perfect.
None are the cards,
The hand,
The group of four or five,
One would always dream of.
The Rodriguez family.
A three of a kind that should be a four,
One card missing from the deck.
The Otways.
A pair of Jacks,
And an unloving Queen
Sammy is playing with his chips,
His hand slips
and dark red chips topple over,
they spill like blood over the table.
He is awake while Zach is fast asleep.
Sick again,
Awaiting the care
The attention,
of his mother.
The Carlsons,
A Full house
Three Kings,
Two Queens.
Then there's us.
Ace, King, Queen, Jackass.
All of spades.
Nearly enough,
but not quite.
We don't make a Royal Flush.
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