Mother And Marbles

Mum coming back from the market Loading the little rickety trishaw Well known in our little town A shaky ride for fifty cents My sweet childhood memories.. Lettuce, cabbage and straw Bound paper-wrapped pork Each bundle I helped Carry to the kitchen table The bond of mum and child Sealed from mum's reward Of an apple or a pear From the market or a ten-cent Coin for me to purchase My next bundle of marbles Which all still stand quietly In a milo can in the storeroom Each a different hue to Colour the thoughts of Those love-coated days