It’s been a beautiful day and I was able to see the kids relish language. I’ve been fiddling with this and decided to put it up for your … enjoyment? I enjoyed it…
A Penny for a Thought
A jar of pennies sits on my shelf,
half-full, half-empty,
a peanut butter ghost
with a dull copper shimmer
as afternoon light drifts in.
They are small, forgotten things—
loose change from hurried hands,
pockets emptied after long days,
tossed in without a thought.
Once, they meant something.
A time when a penny could buy a moment,
when they jingled in palms
instead of settling in dust.
Now, they sit—silent, waiting,
a slow-growing fortune
too small to matter,
too much to throw away.
A weight. A whisper of almost.
Yet somewhere in that jar,
there is still enough for something—
a child’s smile, a lucky find,
a start.
I turn one over in my fingers,
watching the way the light catches,
letting it be—
turning small things into gold.