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My grandmother has a blue glass bowl
filled with blue glass marbles.
They were coins
in the markets of Childhood.
My sister and I kept shop -
the smaller ones would eat their change……

We stayed,
‘til the day we sold out
Our shares in childish games.
And the shop passed down to younger cousins.

* * * * * *
Two small girls play shop
On the square
Of carpet at Granma’s place.
The others, are gone.
Far away,
to new lands, where things cost more
than a grimy fistful of blue marbles.



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TamzieW.This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 8, 2013 at 11:56 am
Thank you! :) Hope it brought back memories of your own.
 
MckayThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 31, 2013 at 1:49 pm
Beautiful poem about how something so little means so much to a family. The thoughts and memories of these little blue glass marbles are lovely. This poem is worthy of the Editors' Choice. Congrats! 
 
east_of_adaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 31, 2013 at 11:12 am
Lovely, truly lovely. It makes my heart ache and sing at the same time.
 
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