Piggy Bank

The messy cupboard was opened

To get a dusting.

Spic and span look after years together.

From a dark corner still smiling piggy bank

Greeted me with gone by memories.

The gift from my mom on my birthday

Said “Saving money is the key”.

Now I find it’s always worked for me.

The empty space was filled slowly

Day after day with the clinging sound of the coins.

It seemed like music to my years

When I shook it to make a guess

How much did I fill it with?

Until it stopped making music

 Said ‘’I am no more empty.”

That day I sighed, kept it in a corner

And forgot.

There could be no better time to empty it

As it surprised me,

My expectation took a beat. 

Happiest me handed it over for food donation

To feed the migrant labourers a small meal.

A joy, I had kept deposited for a while.

Now I understand the value of small saving even more

The piggy bank has to be my companion forever.