At first she had nothing

At first she had nothing

Longing for things

She picked up pennies

Gazing shop window

Coveting friends’ things

Cousins hand me downs

Odds and ends

She made the most of

Pennies from dad

Stretched so far

Cleverly craving filled

Fifteen first job

Cash in hand

Saved for books

To feed a mind

When friends bought food

She began collecting

Scraps of paper

From school bins

Buttons from floors

Shells from the beach

Money was for books

Freely taken the rest

And now she is grown

Books line her walls

Shored up words

To fill her head

Keep nightmares at bay

And boxes and packets

Of lost and found things

Of ribbons and sequins

Beads shells rocks

Twigs and twine

Old wrappings and

Paper sweet bags

So what would she want

With a gift not a book

She has everything

She ever could want.

 

© Jennifer Winterburn

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