My grandfather taught me patience,

not the virtue but the game

cards laid out on the kitchen table

diminishing like days.


The stoic bearded king, the silent queen

presiding over red and black cascades

or completing at last the final stack

only to scatter and start again.


Once more the leisurely spread

the count of three, the thoughtful

turning of the pack as if

he had all the time in the world .

Eileen Farrelly lives in Glasgow. Her  poems have been published in From Glasgow to Saturn, The Glasgow Review of Books and have  been included in two  anthologies.  As well as writing poetry she is also a songwriter and performing musician.