In My Hands (Monday Poem)

 by Marilyn Singer

 

 

I like to hold in my hand

    a baseball,

    a shell,

    a fistful of sand,

    a feather,

    a letter,

    a red rubber band.

Things that tickle,

Things that trickle.

Things to snap and toss and fold

    or just hold.

 

 

from Falling Down the Page

edited by Georgia Heard

Roaring Brook Press, 2009