Fourteen rocks, purple orbs
Easily crushed by hand
Scooped and shaped, delicately formed
From a child’s box of sand
Hours of fun and memories made
With all the questions born
Were these rocks native to the moon
That came to earth airborne

Or were they formed beneath the waves
Upon the ocean floor
Did fish toss them while playing catch
Until they reached the shore
Maybe they snagged a boat or three
One cannot really say
But this much is well known to me
They made a child’s day

Fourteen pretty purple orbs
Easily crushed by hand
Fun memories left to absorb
Just as Mama had planned
Children stay small but awhile
Those moments all but rare
But, if sand rocks can make her smile
It’s time I’m glad to share