Honest Abe catches her eye.
A luster hidden in this ground dry,
She clutches it close to her pearls-
The pearls her mother did supply
One by one from a cloth unfurled.
This small treasure is worth, at best,
A million times its price.
This beauty that appears precise
Differs far from all the rest.
Its copper shines brighter than
If it were replaced with gold.
And try as she may, its finder
Cannot leave this gift at home.
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I am a starving college student with an appetite for happiness whose two greatest passions are reading and writing. My mother was the inspiration for this poem, with the penny in the verses representing her and the many memories we share. As I was packing my bags for college, I began to think about all of the new, exciting things that are to come for me. Then I realized many of the best things in my life have already happened as a result of my mom's love.