Oh, I wish I could hear the sound of marbles
but my world exists in silence and sight.
So I watch my Grandkids collide and scatter
them on the old wooden floorboards.
When I put them in their jar, I delight
in their smoothness and coolness.
They form layers of iridescent swirls,
rainbows that light up my worn world.
Putting Marbles Away
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Wonderful. Again! I think some of these brevites are breathtakingLoading…