Grandchildren Poem

My Special Penny

© Brinda Carter
My Granddaughter gave me a penny,
And it means the world to me.
For it is a constant reminder,
Of the love she has for me.

She chose me to have her penny,
That meant so much to her.
To buy a world of treasuries,
Was her special dream for me.

I will never spend this penny,
It's more precious to me than gold.
Because it tells a story,
Of a love that will never grow old.

Dedicated To: Nellie Kay Mize




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Published: Jun 2010

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