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And we have to just endure

And that’s the cards

Either grip on to them

Or throw them up in the air

Either way they’re the cards you’re dealt

The patience of not skipping to the last page

Saying goodbye to the winter sun

Holding the trolly for the stranger mum who’s putting her toddler in

Wiping sleep from your eyes

Waiting for tea to cool down before taking a sip

Hanging your coat before you sit down

Putting your shoes away neatly as soon as you get in

Warming your hands after holding snow

Listening

Not feeling the need to say everything at once

Gazing softly

Sitting down slowly

That much is clear to me

Something much more

But it’s November

The cruelest month

So it had to come pouring down at once

All I know today and tomorrow is

I miss you grandma

Nothing holds as heavy as that