Bingo With My Sister Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Playing bingo at Fort McDowell, enjoying the atmosphere
and fun.
Watching people, covering numbers, drinking free soda,
having a pizza, burger, fries.
Sister helping me when I get behind, hoping and praying
one of us would win.
A lull in games - I didn't play them.
My sister did and keeps on covering numbers excitedly.
G-47 is called and Bingo yells my sister!
A thousand dollars - all for her - a fantastic way to
get free money - after paying for the privilege.