Just a Dime

Sorry it's been sooooo long since I last posted! I hope I didn't lose all my readers by being absent for so long. I was out of town for a while (playing at Carnegie Hall! no joke!), and I haven't had much time to write poetry lately. But here's an assignment from this week's class! We had to use some object as the basis of the poem, some object which was a symbol of something in our own life. Like if a certain flower had a special significance to you because your first boyfriend gave it to you or whatever. (haha I just made that example up.) Anyway, so your poem had to be about this object.
Anyway, this poem is about a dime which I picked up off the floor at the Fiction Family concert in February, the first time I met Jon Foreman. *heart flutters* ;) It's pretty self-explanatory, so read on!

Just a Dime

It’s just a dime
Ten cents only
Can’t buy anything with it
alone
It’s the smallest of its counterparts
Ten small cents
Ten years old
Dull and dim
So why is it
still sitting
on my dresser?

It’s not there for the
ten cents
But for
The memories

I spotted it lying
On the floor
As I waited to meet
My hero, favorite singer, musician
Anxious, looking for something to
Occupy my shaking hands
I pick it up,
fiddle with it,
slip it in my pocket.

Later that night, I pull it out again
Grin
And set it apart from
every other dime

Every day when I see that
Insignificant
miniscule coin
The memories flood back
I smile and
remember.