Memorabilia tucked together on sandy beaches,
Or by the edge of a fast flowing river bank hollow.
Smoothly rounded in their magnificent shapeliness,
Individually marked sweetie coloured characteristics.
Squat and flat or chunky and pinkish with personality,
Ancient indents and lines of chiselled fossil-like features.
Weathered forms battered by constant waves of time,
Washing and lapping in continuous modes of cleansing.
Souvenirs of memories plucked from a myriad of places,
A treasury of tokens saved from the times of experience.
Millions of pebbles scattered across the world’s expanse,
Yet a collection of fifty-seven seems paltry when observed.
Some details recall the dates and the destination to mind,
Each living year represented by a steadily growing hoard.
Conserved and added to as birthdays pass with celebration,
Longevity endures in the being of those rocks for all ages.
©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 05/11/2014
Poetry Jam Prompt: Pebbles….