TWO DALLAR BILLS
Two Dollar Bills Gift Sweet- Heart
You slipped some softly into my hand
a gesture few would understand &
no roses red, no diamond thrill—
just my tender gift of a two-dollar bills
its paper kissed by time’s sweet grace,
a promise folded, kept in place...
you said, “It’s rare, like hearts that meet”
an mine forgot how to keep its beat.
we spent no money, yet we gained...
a memory love itself had framed
that simple note, its quiet gleam
now guards these corners of my dream
Dedicated to my nurse, Miss Laura
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