Playing Cards

My fondest memory 

From my early days

Is building playing card towers with my grandma. 

Her fragile hands, 


As she placed the cards 


On the table.

Three, four, five stories high 

The tower shaking 

As each new card is added. 

We laugh as it all falls down

And we try to do it again. 

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