I
wrote a lovely poem
All
about my fun mom
Then
at dinner
My
daughter said something
That
brought back the painful memories
Of the parts that weren’t so fun
The
daughter said she wanted to pay for something
All
in pennies
I
told her it wasn’t as fun as you’d think
And
the memory was right there
That
time we needed milk
On
a random summer day
And
she sent me to the store
With
a bag of pennies
I
protested
Vehemently
To
no avail
And
then I took that stupid bag of pennies
And
went to the stupid store
And
bought the stupid milk
And
sat there counting out stacks of 10
And
grumbled the whole way home
How
could a mother
Look
into the disappointed eyes
Of
an innocent twelve year old
And
force him out the door?
It’s legal tender
Were
the words that rung in my ears
Legal tender this!
Is
what I should have said
Except
I just thought of it now
And
it’s 30 years too late
So
I will just have to learn the lesson
And
be glad the gallon of milk
Was
under a dollar back then
And
for her birthday she’s getting cash
Forty
dollars or so
All
in pennies
See
what you think of legal tender now
Dear
old mom
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