the time presents itself to me
promised to reward yet another blow
so dearly i treasured them till now
all my pennies are ready to go
abandoning me of their hold
loosening me of the comfort
to offer bread to my children
there –
my earthen piggy bank just hit the ground
oh so dear are those broken pieces to me
i gather the pennies in my hand
soon to be freed of my possession
then –
the broken piggy bank stares at me
its eyes dull yet hopeful as they said to me
i loved containing those pennies in me
utilize their worth for you have to, today
and tomorrow, you must promise to fix me
for i desire those pennies to be mine once again
i crave for them to fill me
mySestina 
I liked this, always felt saddened by the thought of the poor broken bank, prefer the ones with the rubber stopper in the bottom that you can remove without harming the bank. My grandparents used to have all kinds of glassware banks filled with assorted change when I was a kid. Grandma would use a butter knife in the top and turn it upside down to get the change back out without breaking it.
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that’s very sweet of her !!
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