Juvenescence

 

“A penny saved is a penny earned”.

My mother always told me this

As she handed me a coin-

A beautiful, shiny coin with

‘Happiness’ written across the front,

For I was a big girl

When I could buy a gumball

With my own money-

And she would expect me to

Pretend that I was listening to her voice

When I was really on a far-off cloud,

Dreaming of what I could get with

My brand-new shiny coin.

 

Ah, the euphoria of the days

When a coin was all I needed to

Make me smile.

 

For the coin was not just a coin-

No, it could be anything I wanted:

A pile of blackberries-

So deliciously juicy-

Or a new toy-

Perfect in its glory.

 

Those days went by in a whir,

A whirlwind of peppermint dreams

And ice cream hopes.

How I long for those same times

When a simple, shiny coin

Meant I could buy the world.

Reviews

[Thomas James Martin]

Excellent poem with wonderful imagery and expression. Frost in one of his poems talks about ". . .weep for what little things made them happy. . ." talking about children and their magic world before the grownups decide how you should behave.

Tom

[Erin Sky]

Wow! I think this is my favourite of all that I've read by you thus far!

"For the coin was not just a coin-
No, it could be anything I wanted"

absolutely my fave part.

[Andromeda]

i don't think i told you this in class, but i really, really, really like this poem.

[Nelson]

I like this. It was simple and it had a calming tone to it.