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: S. Matheson