I found a dime on the ground today and thought of you
They say pennies are from heaven but I'm poor, and you knew.
We used to joke about the times pennies would be around, laughing saying it's not enough to bend over and pick up off the ground.
Now the dimes I find lying about you never would believe.
I know in my heart they must be from you as a reminder that you had to leave.
But every once in a while I know I cross your mind and how I know is because I find something little like a dime!
Barbara Miller
2/24/2021
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