DIMES FROM HEAVEN
For the first six months or more
I watched for the simple movement of a door
Or a familiar fragrance in the air
So I simply knew that you were there.
I needed something that reminded me of you
I prayed and prayed for my wish to come true
Others mentioned signs that they would receive
Yet all I could do was hope and grieve.
Then one day I was talking with Sadie
A kind, gentle older lady
I did not know her well at all
Once or twice we had passed in the hall.
She told me her husband recently died
How she was lost with sadness
As she cried and cried
For months and months Sadie prayed for a sign
That it was not a final goodbye
Her thoughts were similar to mine.
On this particular day I had spoke with her
She had received a sign the night before
It was personal, private
Only she could comprehend
Her heart was finally on the mend.
I told her how I missed my Mother so much
Sadie calmed me with a light gentle touch
I explained that I was waiting for a sign
She assured me that it was only a matter of time.
Another two weeks or so had passed
I ran into Sadie and of course she asked
Did you get it, did you get it
Did you get the sign
I’ve been thinking about you all this time.
I did, I did Sadie, I got the sign
It was in the form of a shiny silver dime
When I found a second one the very same day
I knew it was my Mother in her own way.
As far back as I can remember
My Mother collected dimes
We didn’t have much money
But we had many good times.
Smaller than a penny
Yet worth 10 times more
Mother continued to collect them
In her huge glass piggy jar.
I’ve been showered with dimes from heaven
For many years now
I don’t have all the answers
But I’m confident some how
That my Mother is near me
Every single time
I feel her loving presence
Dime after dime.
Perfect Song: I Miss You Mom & Yes, I Am Jealous of the Angels!
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