Ode to a Star Wars Piggy Bank
After finding out we were moving,
Our Dad gave us his Star Wars piggy bank
that he hid in the depths of his closet.
The chiming of coins saved up over the years
Created a clunky melody
As my sisters and I shook the jar back and forth.
We set off on our journey
To the grocery store to count up the coins,
As well as to follow directions from our father
To use the extra coins to buy gumballs from the cent machines.
The only catch was,
My sisters and I were going to walk
Without our parents
To the Grocery Store.
The sun warmed the pavement
And turning an ivy covered corner,
We left our home street
And found ourselves side to side
With the fast racing vehicles
Of Ideal Way.
We grabbed our hands together,
Excited and nervous about
Exploring the bustle of the real world
Without our parents guidance.
Soon we reached our biggest foe;
The crosswalk.
Busy cars engines
Sound like lowly whispers
As we press the crosswalk button.
Waiting
For the white walk symbol.
After what seemed like hours,
The light flashes
As cars stop
To let us move forward.
Stepping on the crosswalk
Felt like
Entering adulthood,
Like a new responsibility
To be put on our shoulders.
We stepped on the crosswalk later;
The Star Wars Piggy Bank filled to the brim
With fruit candies
Instead of coins.
The sense of accomplishment
Stood by us
For years to come.
We had been trusted
With such a strong responsibility,
To explore the world
By ourselves;
And it started-
With a Star Wars Piggy Bank.
-Breana Martin, freshman
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