Change--Pennies from Heaven I hear the jiggle of coins—pennies from heaven Nickels, dimes, and shiny quarters, As my pockets dance in sync with my walk. Divisions of money are almost irrelevant. I miss the art of writing out a check, The careful addressing of name, The line before the dollars, the small printing of the cents. Gone are the jiggles and signing one’s name . Transitions from one era to another. I hear the echo of my grandmother’s cash register. The bling as it opens, and she carefully counts out the change. Gone to heaven The closeness of touch, of knowing what is behind each decision. The sweat, tears, enthusiasm, and joy taken away with a swipe. I linger in between, whirled and spun I bridge the gap between what was and what is. My mother once told me it was easier to raise kids in her time. I watch as my three adult children manage with complex ease. I twirl with joy as summer ends and fall begins. I’m humbled by a world that offers me more Even as I see those with less. Aged, my fingers practice scales, as if I could climb mountains Gripping the holds to rise above. Even when I’m gone, I’ll jiggle And send you pennies of love from heaven.
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