I loved all three
of my silver
threepenny bits
especially the shiny one
with Queen Victoria’s head
so it was strange
that I should dropp them
secretly, one by one
in the church collection plate
at Sunday Mass.
I made myself do it,
wanting to show —
to prove to myself
that I loved God more
than my lovely
silver threepenny bits.
What a strange child I was,
misguided, too, I think
— perhaps.
A moving poem. Oh dear, so much behind the writing of it...well, I have some cherished threepenny bits and I'm not intending to do anything other than keep them...Pete, your poem is sad, but rather marvellous.
I have a three pence piece which hangs on my key ring, it was minted the year of my birth,1943, funny but I'd hate to lose that too. I thought I had once when I lost my keys, but luckily I had only misplaced them, and somehow was relieved to have that three pence piece back. Why is life full of regrets that we can't do anything about! Sincerely Ernestine Northover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice feeling. Makes me think of the bumblebee trapped in vinyl on my little going to sunday school pocketbook. Thank you for looking up my song :)