She gave me a penny,
One of many.
Coins she begged for on the street,
Now offering them up to me, as if generosity was her second heartbeat.
She told me to make a wish with the first penny.
She said she had plenty.
A wish for world peace,
The unwavering belief that conflict can cease.
She handed me a second penny.
Handing over a significant amount of her money.
My second wish, only for her. A penny in a church fountain.
Wishing society could move this mountain.
Her home was in her heart.
An understanding of depths deeper than superficiality she did impart.
06 / 29 / 2020