THE WIDOWS MITE
The old lady wanted to give money freely
to the Cancer Society,
Things were hard at the time it was difficult
to give to charity,
But she had her little piggy bank with some
change inside,
At least she could give something, her joy
she could not hide.
The volunteer waited patiently as the coins
were shaken free,
The money, mainly pennies, were placed in
a lunch bag carefully,
She did not want a receipt or her name
written down at all,
She was just pleased she could contribute
when a volunteer did call.
Three dollars and twenty eight cents in
that fat little piggy bank,
I thought of the widows mite as I wrote
on a line that was blank,
“Three dollars and twenty eight cents from
an old ladies piggy bank.”

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 21 April 2004
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