The Sacrifice Poem by Pete Crowther
The Sacrifice
I loved all three
of my silver
threepenny bits
especially the shiny one
with Queen Victoria’s head
so it was strange
that I should dropp them
secretly, one by one
in the church collection plate
at Sunday Mass.
I made myself do it,
wanting to show —
to prove to myself
that I loved God more
than my lovely
silver threepenny bits.
What a strange child I was,
misguided, too, I think
— perhaps.
A moving poem. Oh dear, so much behind the writing of it...well, I have some cherished threepenny bits and I'm not intending to do anything other than keep them...Pete, your poem is sad, but rather marvellous.
I have a three pence piece which hangs on my key ring, it was minted the year of my birth,1943, funny but I'd hate to lose that too. I thought I had once when I lost my keys, but luckily I had only misplaced them, and somehow was relieved to have that three pence piece back. Why is life full of regrets that we can't do anything about! Sincerely Ernestine Northover.
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4/26/2024 11:34:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
nice feeling. Makes me think of the bumblebee trapped in vinyl on my little going to sunday school pocketbook. Thank you for looking up my song :)