Cards

Hey there Nan, I’ve missed you
a reunion, a declaration of how much she means to me
I tell her that it’s the small things in life that mean the most
like playing a game of cards

Hey there Nan, I think I’ll win
we gather around the table, a familiar ritual
the small mountains of cards in piles of twelve
wondering which will be the winning card
Nan holds up a card, it’s the perfect fit
she slots the shiny, neon green card into its place

Hey there Nan, I don’t mean to brag but…
I am only two cards away from pure glory, the cards still shining in the beaming sun
Nan smiles and picks up the next card that staring at her
the bright pink card with an eight on each corner lays beside the seven
she picks up her last card and places it next to the one

Hey there Nan, I suppose you’re the winner
I’ll let you have this victory, because I love you
she tells me that she loves me, win or lose
It’s the small things in life that matter
as long as I have you, I am a winner