Putting Marbles Away

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.