Juggling Memories

Round as the earth
Mountains and valleys on the surface
Small enough to fit in one’s pocket
Three faces, two orange, separated by white
Contains its shape and my memories
Memories of embarking on experiences unknown
Leave port to where I learned
To make sacks of rice secured in a ball, tossed and dropped
And to keep reminding me of the fateful day
So that my first kiss wouldn’t fade away
Neither experience shall be forgotten
Because of a rubber juggling ball
Memories as numerous as the rice in the ball
Oodles of experiences all wrapped up in a single object
But like all good adventures the holiday came to an end
I can still look back joyously at all I have done
Who could have imagined
All this from a single ball wrapped in tape
Secure as to not let through
Grains of rice and the memories of a great time