A Coin In The Fountain
As a young child,
I loved to have a coin placed in my tiny hand.
My fingers wrapped around it tightly,
then closing my eyes and making a wish.
Into the fountain it would fly,
the water would splash up saying I have it.
As a teenager,
I would search my change purse for a coin.
The fountain seemed to know I was there,
patiently the fountain waited for my coin to be tossed.
Once again the water would splash up saying I have it,
now I knew my wish would come true.
As a mother I took my son,
to this very old fountain.
I placed a coin in his tiny hand,
he wrapped his tiny fingers around it tightly.
Closing his little eyes he made a wish,
then watching the water splash up saying I have it.
This very old fountain,
had come full circle.
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