Some people think they know about pennies…
shiny bright little things that make children happy
and help them dream dreams of being big,
the kind of thing you carry in your pocket
just for luck.
But they know nothing of richness
of real treasure
unless they know my Penny.
My Penny is worth a million bucks.
She is the kind one whose eyes I can see twinkle
even over the phone as I call, yet again, to say,
“So, are you bored without me?”
She is the one who makes me tea
when I arrive in a fluster
of post-transit with kids business
and sit my big belly down
in the office sofa seat.
She is the one who knows,
(6 babies later)
everything about me,
and with her magic spinning wheel
tells me when the latest Eastland will arrive.
She is the one who gives the kids stickers—
their favourite part—
besides getting to push the Doppler button
and hearing the new babies heartbeat,
and certainly reason enough
for them to request a new sibling
every year or two…
So my beautiful, wonderful Penny
know how much you are loved
and that you will always be
part of the birth story of all my children,
and more than that,
ever a part of our family.
If you promise to come
and have tea with us at our house
we will even give you a sticker!