She was a newborn of a few weeks

When he came to visit.

Her Mom proudly placed

His first Granddaughter into his arms.

He reached into his pocket

And pulled out a shiny silver dollar.

He placed it into her tiny hand

And this time she grabbed it and held on

And it was her piece of her Grandpa’s heart

That she held.

He left her when she was two

But she still had the silver dollar.

It was stolen when she was forty something

But she knew she would always be rich.

No one could ever

steal the piece of his heart

He left with her that day.

Susan Bergeron

August 17, 2009

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