Lucky Penny
It was a lucky penny,
He so convincingly gifted
me.
Copper still warm from its
resting place against flesh,
It felt heavy in the soft
spot of my palm.
It was the significance of
the intention,
“You will be loved,”
That melted my heart.
The weight of it cascaded through
me.
My smile was gracious; his was knowing.
“I will be loved,” I
whispered.
Fingers curled around a
token of hope,
Placed carefully in the
pocket of my hip.
Luck or fate, I was ready.
Kaitlyn Moor is an artist,
nature-lover, dreamer and corporate professional. Writing poetry and musings
has been her private form of expression for years which she is nervously
thrilled to start sharing with others for the first time.
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