Copper Memories

The machine stands flatly against the wall,
Unnoticeable among the shades of dull white
Waiting for owners to collect the blank coins that lay
Spread out, designs hung on the smudged glass.

Like an eager child, the machine hums
Brought to life, a coin dropping into waiting palms.
Squeals of glee, coin clutched firmly.

It is my turn now, approaching the machine
You could see my face glow, a beaming grin fixed
Fascinated eyes watched as a new memory made its way
Right into anticipating hands.

Who knew,
An object so small would be so significant
Held dear to my heart throughout the years.