My Piggy

When I was four, I received my prize

My Piggy Bank, with pink ears and

Mary and her lamb on both sides

I filled her with money saved and earned

My heart swelled with glee when

I dropped coins through Piggy’s slot

Saving for the special thing I'd buy

After collecting enough in her belly

Now I am old, and my Piggy is too

She sits upon my bookcase shelf

With a note that she will go to

My daughter when I’m through

When I gaze at Piggy, she reminds me

Of my young years with my brother

The fun we had growing up and

Now that he’s gone, feeling the sad

I emptied her belly a long time ago

But I kept Piggy safe all these years

Because my little Piggy is more than

Just an unpretentious ceramic animal…

I’m so pleased that my daughter

Will take Piggy, I know she cares

When she looks at Piggy...

She says she will think of me

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Write a free verse poem about a prized object of any kind. No rhyming patterns.

Picture of a bank identical to my Piggy.

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