House of Cards

Linda Ann Nickerson

Packing up the boxes
of about a dozen years,
Their diamonds and hearts are torn
with many nights of tears.
"Let's call a spade a spade," he said.
She nodded and agreed.
"We'll leave the club," she added,
and they moved ahead, full-speed.
They shuffled through the paperwork,
with nothing to impede.

You can have your mother's china;
I will take the hutch.
Go grab your daddy's tool chest;
I never used it much.
Please take your grumpy attitude
right with you out the door.
Our house of cards is falling
all around us on the floor.

What happened to the starry eyes,
their lifelong love and fun?
The passionate embraces
of a wedding on the run?
Their dreams have been discarded now,
in worry and in stress;
They've tossed the deck; they're giving in;
the marriage is a mess.
So, passing bids and folding,
they lay their lives at rest.

You can have your mother's china;
I will take the hutch.
Go grab your daddy's tool chest;
I never used it much.
Please take your grumpy attitude
right with you out the door.
Our house of cards is falling
all around us on the floor.

Published by Linda Ann Nickerson - Featured Contributor in Lifestyle

Linda Ann Nickerson brings decades of reporting and a globally minded Midwestern perspective to a host of topics, balancing human interest with history, hard facts and often humor.  View profile

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