The cards are spread
Covering the cracked and faded tabletop
Dog eared and wrinkled
Both with water
And with time
Her hands move
Swiftly and flawlessly
The skin is lined and wrinkled
Like the cards
Age shows in her thin long fingers
But her movements are youth
And she shows me how to play
Move this one here
And that one there
Slide them together
In flawless unison
My hands have no lines
The skin is smooth
Young
But my movements are shaky
I falter and blunder
Fingers slip and cards fly
And still she tells me patience
Practice
And with age will come Grace
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