Silver

Don't leave
Mommy  
Stay home  
Pretty please  
 
Pleading, I beg in tears  
I stand clutching the door nobb
Wishful my plight will work  
She'll stop and ease my fears
 
She searches in her purse  
Pulling out five coins  
Holding out her hand
"Pick only two" she says  
 
Being the age of six
I chose the largest coins  
A nickel and quarter  
"Next time make better picks"
 
As I looked at the silver  
In the palm of my hand
She walked past me
"Enough! Stop being such a whiner! "

Running towards the window
Watching her walk away
Auntie beacons me with treats
"She'll be back; not gone away"

These words took very little comfort
I knew she'd return
Just to leave again
The pattern regimental support