IMGADay 25,OctPoWriMo-2015.
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A jar
full of memories
was more precious
than all the worldly
treasures.
We
shared a bond
as transparent as they
my tiny bubbles
of myriad
hues.
No doll
nor a teddy
could take their
place.
They loved
sharing space
sharing space
with a cricket ball, a football,
a shuttle cock
and a hockey stick.
Best friends
we were for a long
time.
time.
Then-
we departed as time
weaved its net.
They too
moved on,
finding solace and warmth,
moved on,
finding solace and warmth,
in the hearts,
of younger
siblings.
of younger
siblings.
oh so cute.. generations of marble transfer..
ReplyDeleteYeah, was too good playing with marbles ;)
DeleteBeautiful and nostalgic response to the prompt.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Viv :)
DeleteThis brought back memories for me also!
ReplyDeleteI am glad this poem evoked some memories for you.I was a complete tomboy and played with marbles with my village boys till the age of fourteen :D
DeleteMarbles! lovely, beautiful colors and exquisite memories :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Amrita :)
DeleteColoured marbles....a simple but beautiful memory.
ReplyDeleteCressida
Thank you very much, Cressida :)
Deletevery powerful.
ReplyDeleteThank you Benji :)
DeleteMarbles were my favorite too! Giving them to younger siblings can be heartbreaking. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteI know :) My brother had a field day when he laid his hands on them :D
DeleteMarvellous poem ... it must have been very hard to give them up I think. Bastet
ReplyDeleteIt was, but there was no other option, other than part with them :) Thank you very much, Bastet :)
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