The Coin Of Blood And Sea
By Molly W
I ask my dad, I question him but he would never tell, of the Spanish coin that lay in the holding chain
that is wrapped around it, that contains the history of us.
The purple and red jewels that lay on one side, symbolic of the blood,
and the blue stone on the other, the sea.
I ask my dad, I question him but he would never tell, of the coin the Weston’s found.
From
Coin makers, Pirates, The seas to us.
From
Great Grandma, Granny, Dad to me.
From 1736 off the isles of Sicily.
I ask my dad, I question him but he would never tell, of the crested coin from Spain.
I look in the mirror, it dangling on my neck from generations through generations.
The one the Weston's found.
I ask my dad, I question him but he will never tell, of the special object that now is mine.
