Not About The Money
Would he take the chance to
be a part of her life?
Would he close the door in her
Had he already made up his mind?
Could he be persuaded
to open his heart?
She had only written the letter
to say “Do not forget me”.
This was not about the
money and it never would
Once she was there on the doorstep
she was sure he would understand.
Then the penny she had been holding
for good luck would take her
right to the place she belonged.
She was there for his love.
After all she was his daughter.