Near-forgotten memories emerge
Like grass through the melting snow.
Hours of laughter and stories together
Filled so many Saturday afternoons.
Amidst hearty conversation
And sportscasters on TV,
A unique, yet familiar sound
Would rise from the other room.
…clunk
…whoosh
…rattle
The rhythmic tones
Bring a smile to my face.
…thud
…whir
…thump
Swirling spheres entrance me
As they pick up more speed.
…zoom
…whack
…bump
Momentum eventually slowing
Their journey coming to an end.
…clatter
…clack …clang
…clink …creak
. . . c o o o o
A gathering of tiny, crystal balls
That catch the sunlight just right.
Intricate, brightly colored ribbons
Deftly bisecting each clear interior.
Most wouldn’t take a second glance
If they saw these on the floor or street,
But for me, there is deeper meaning
That draws me back to childhood.
These perfectly, sculpted marbles
Are more than just toys for play,
Their glassy facade will always hold
Visions of the past and Grandpa’s laugh.
For some, it’s a penny or dime
And others, the lyrics of a song,
Such bittersweet reminders
Of those loved ones who have gone.
Comments (4)
A wonderful poem.
This is the best! Love it! Brought a tear to my eye
Oooo, I love that you incorporated onomatopoeia into your poem! It was so wonderful!
This poem made me smile. Well written.