Wobbles

Cold smooth bumpy shell
Carvings, all over her body
Cracks all over her back
As my great grandpa passes it down to me
She was really cold, as cold as a stone I found in the snow
Peacefully she sits on my bed self next to her best friend
Carrying
The memories of my holiday in Vietnam and Malaysia
She smells like the deep blue salty sea
Upside down you curl into your shell
Like a snail
Hanging on a metal string
The sandstone balls wobble like
Cherries blowing with the wind
The mothers' babies stay on her back
As she walks along the beach