When I was a little girl
I have a tube coin bank
An enclosed bamboo segment
With a slit at the side
It was one of the walls
Of our little house.
I inserted a nickel
From time to time
The remainder of my school allowance
My parents gave me.
Sometimes I want to put a dime
And I will buy
A boiled banana or sweet potato
For lunch.
Some years later
My father worked overseas
Our simple abode
Was renovated
From a bamboo house
To a stone house.
My coin bank
Was hammered and crushed
The money within
Were scattered all around
I cried when I got
My nickels and dimes.
My mother gifted me
A porcelain piggy bank
In lieu of the damaged one
It came from the finest pottery maker
In town
With holes in the belly
And in between ears.
My school allowance increased
I put quarters in my new coin bank
When it was full
I got all the money inside
And went straight
To the nearest bank.
When I finished school
My piggy bank
Is still fit for use
I handed down
To my favorite nephew
He kept it as the foundation
Of a valued trait.
Copyright 2018, Rose Marie Juan-Austin, All Rights Reserved
Just now I found this beautiful poem in Bri Showcase! So brilliantly penned! It's a pleasure reading it time and again! God has gifted you wonderful creative talent Rose! Go ahead!
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Such an amazing poem and so touching, I get tears reading this. I came across this poem, when I was responding your loveliest poem about your beautiful humming mother. Most beautifully worded and touches the heart, dear great Poetess.5 Stars Full Vote! To MyPoemList. God's Blessings greatest for you and your beloved family.
Brilliant, absolutely brilliant. Thanks for sharing. anjandev roy.
My school allowance increased I put quarters in my new coin bank When it was full I got all the money inside And went straight To the nearest bank........so touching and impressive. It is best example for saving. A beautiful poem so nicely executed.10
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Be it tube coin bank or gifted porcelain piggy bank and having been high and low with tides of economy of home, you have succeeded in creating three things while saving as faith, hope and charity......Rose Marie......for charity begins at home.......so beautifully presented and crafted.....thanks for sharing....10
Thank you for your great comment, Deepak. Your visit is much appreciated.
Thank you, Deepak for your appreciation of this poem. Glad you liked it.