Penny For Your Thoughts A Nickel For Your Kiss
There was a time when sending a letter via Postal Service was an everyday occurrence and one would anticipate when they received a letter or postcard in the mail with cute little words written inside or a picture identifying where the person was with ," We are having a great time here in the Carolinas, wish you were here." written and lovingly signed by someone special on the back. Recently my mother moved in with us and along with her came a trunk which she had been lugging around for years. We had always known about the trunk but did not know what treasure's were held inside she had always told all of us that it was not our business and those were her belongings. As I peeked quietly through the bedroom door not wanting to disturb her I had noticed a stack of cards with envelopes neatly tied with a big red bow lying next to her on the floor. quietly I listened to her humming these words, " A penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if you tell me that you love me. " I felt like a little girl listening to her humming, mom used to always hum that song when we were young. Carefully she unwrapped the stack of keepsakes and peered into them one by one. I felt my heart racing knowing those cards were something special that she had kept for all of those years. Thinking to myself I wondered what happened to the good old days when a letter or a card was something important that we tucked away to reflect on the past? We are all so busy with the hustle and bustle that an e-mail is much quicker and saves time and energy thus eliminating the thoughtfulness we place behind a handwritten letter or card. Sitting down on the floor , peering through the cracked open space being careful not to cast any type of shadow I had seen her lines around her eyes become deepened and her eyes glistened this time she started to sing the words to the song, " A penny for your thoughts, a nickel for your kiss, a dime if you tell me that you love me. " I knew then that those letters and cards were something important, something special that nobody could ever take from her. It did not matter if she sold everything and ended up with a handful of things it was the letters and cards that traveled with her through the years. Smiling to myself I got up from the floor and gently knocked, "mom are you o.k. in there?", I asked. "Julianna is that you?", she replied. "Yes it is me, may I come in?" I again asked. "Yes do come in, she said calmly. Opening the door and walking in I had noticed that the trunk holding all of her treasures was full of trinkets. A hand print that I made when I was a child, a string of garland made out of faded green paper from years gone by, a card from my sister made out of paper and macaroni. I knew then that these were mom's treasures they were things that were from the heart that nobody could take away. The cards that were so beautifully tied in a ribbon were cards and letters written or made by all of us and every last love letter and card that our father gave to her. As I sat down next to her on the bed I realized what was more important then all of the materialistic things money could buy was the importance of a letter or card. The Internet is so sterile and sometimes buying a postage stamp or making a card is priceless and will always bring fond memories for years to come, so the next time you choose to send a Hallmark via Internet take the time to spend a few bucks that card or letter will certainly last a lifetime. "Penny for your thoughts, A nickel for your kiss, a dime if you tell me that you love me. "
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Penny For Your Thoughts
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