A Lasting Gift

My Uncle Aaron, now deceased, Once brought me, as a gift, A game with marbles called Hi-Q, Which gave me quite a lift. The base is made of pottery. It’s circular in style And sits out in my living room; I think of him and smile. I haven’t played in years, although It’s challenging and fun. You jump the marbles, hoping that You’ll end with only one. That never happens, but last night, My grandkids tried and tried. I watched them play and all I felt Was happiness inside. How lovely when connections flow From generations past. We never know what will live on From dies that we have cast.