Pennies From Heaven

Copper pennies she would save throughout her younger years, to indulge in penny poker with her husband and her friends. She’d tuck away her winnings in her special penny tin, hoping each and every week that she would win again. But alas her nights of poker would come crashing to an end, with her husband’s passing followed by the death of poker friends. She kept her tin of pennies for the memories they possessed, their significance in her life was more extraordinary in her death. For when she passed the hurt was so intense I could not bear, for her gift of life to me was gone, my soul was in despair. Then suddenly without warning pennies started to appear, strategically left in places to remind me that she’s here. The places I have found them are remarkable I attest, like atop of my salt shaker, for to her salt was the best. I found one on my keyboard as she knows the time I spend, working diligently on a computer from morning till day’s end. Of all the twelve I’ve found so far, the most incredible I think, is the one left on my birthday in the center of my sink. For each one I receive I thank my mom from deep inside, For sending pennies from heaven makes my aching hurt subside. This story is quite sincere, so I felt it must be told, As all my pennies from heaven are as precious as pure gold.