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