Everyone else gets quarters or dollar bills.
Not me; I got a penny.
Without waking me, a shimmering penny was slipped under my pillow.
I awoke so full of merriment.
Excited, I rushed to show them.
They had painted looks of astonishment on their faces already.
She kissed my forehead,
Lipstick lingering,
And told me to show my friends.
I did, I showed my friends.
They laughed and said I was weird.
Just because we weren’t as well-off.
It hurt when they made fun of me.
They said we weren’t normal,
All because of a penny.
But, I didn’t think so.
I loved it.
Being different from the rest?
I was thankful.
But I still wonder how they did it,
Slipped that penny under my pillow and made those perfect footprints.
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