Marbles
My grandkids got a building toy
With plastic ramps and chutes
So marbles can go zig and zag
Down all the varied routes.
For safety’s sake, the marbles have
Been hidden from their view
Although, with supervision,
They can play with only two.
Henry has the blue one
And for Hadley, it’s the green.
We watch them like a hawk
Yet only rarely intervene.
The biggest fear, of course, is that
A marble will be swallowed
So every move they make, with one
In hand, is closely followed.
The grandparents have other thoughts –
Though marbles may amuse them,
What worries them much more’s the chance
That they will up and lose them!
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