Stored on a shelf
In the garage
Is a canning jar
With a screwed on lid
Contained within are
Glass marbles
Of various sizes
Many are opaque
Some have clarity…
Many have
elongated pupils
Peering back
With playful laughter
You must have been
A regular kid
With simple joys
How times changed
As years accumulated
Like these marbles…
Hordes of memories
A collection stored
In my canning jar
Many glass globes
Have eyes that
Reveal days of joy
A few have been chipped
From being flung
There is one
When observed
Turns the world
Upside down
It is concealed deep
Within the marbles
Of my recollection
2/21/08
revised 2/11/2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Theresa I love this. You chose such a unique subject and brought a great deal of introspection to the piece. Thank you.