A GAME OF SOLITAIRE

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I called home thinking

of both Papa and his deck of cards

and how Solitaire became a part of his life.

I used to sit beside him

my small chin jutting, curious

to learn more.



He said in every game, a wish – his wish is uttered.

I wouldn’t know of it

when at that time, I saw the world

in hoola-hoops and cotton candies.



the Solitaire of his dream, Papa had kept it

in his chest, cocooned between his fingertips,

I would learn of loss.



Mama has never come home.



a wish may have been lost

but never will my Papa’s spirits

nor my gift of cards.
















Author's Notes/Comments: 

For my father. He loves playing Solitaire. I learned it from him when I was small. Right now, I supply the cards… he supplies the smiles.

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Violet Carolina's picture

hey belleloved,

just stopping by to read a few and say hi! hope all is well.

V.