MY MOM'S PIN
It's ugly, not pretty at all
A man twirling his lasso
Is he a cowboy
A Mexican man
No matter what
His legs are bowed
Looks like he was in
The saddle all of his life
What is that metal
He is made of
It feels like tin
Or is it copper
I sure can't tell
It is so light weight
Where she got him from
I really don't know
It is my Moms pin though
She wore it on her coat
I remember it well
Where that guy lived
On her lapel
Years and years later
She gave him to me
It was my Moms pin
Only special to me
Yes it is ugly
And only precious to me
He leads a quiet life now
There deep within
My Grandmas hankie box
That's where he stays
I know nothing about him
A mystery he is
But he is there
When I need to see him
My Moms pin


Written by:
Sally Matheson
2/10/2001