I have a little piggy bank, had him since I was two
On both sides are Mary and her little lamb,
Near his head, a gray dog leaps red flower
On his backside, a lamb jumps a red flower also
For years, I push through the slot on his back
Pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters
And on rare occasions, a one-dollar bill
My pig bank has traveled with me through
Several housing moves, two marriages and
Thankfully, only one divorce
My little bank has been with me
For 78 of my 80 years, and now
We reside in probably our last home
Happy still to have my piggy bank
So pleased my daughter said he is the
One thing she wants when I am gone.
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| Writing Prompt |
Write a free verse poem about a prized object of any kind. No rhyming patterns. |
Author Notes
My piggy bank has the same illustration of Mary and her little lamb. However, it is more elaborate with flowers, a dog and an extra lamb as described in the poem above.
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