Loose Change

Loose Change

Loose Change (Photo credit: nicholasjon)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Granddad always had
change to jingle in his
pocket,
small coins he doled
out to us like an
offering.
After he left
dad would say
he was trying to make
up for the errors
of his youth,
trying to vindicate
a life with the
bought love of
grandchildren.

Written for Three Word Wednesday: error, jingle, vindicate.

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13 Comments

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13 responses to “Loose Change

  1. Ohhhhh. So sad. Some truths are maybe better left untold.

  2. How disheartning and as stated above some truths….

  3. Laurie Kolp

    It’s sad that they think money will replace love and support growing up.

  4. On the other hand, generosity is a virtue.

  5. And isn’t that sad. Maybe he was at least trying to make amends in the only way he knew how?
    Very emotional write.

  6. We forget that some haven’t known love all their lives, and do not know how to give it. It’s a foreign concept to them. But money…money they can understand. And in their minds, money IS love. It’s something that many cannot understand, or forgive. But those that do, nod and say, “ah, yes.”

  7. yes some equate love and forgiveness with money.

  8. Delightful! A whole family epic in a few well-chosen lines.

  9. This made me smile! My dad was like that, I think!!

    spiral

  10. hobgoblin2011

    The depth in this piece is fantastic. The simple act of jingling coins is a powerful symbol to begin the piece with, but the father’s disclosure at the end, can be taken different ways, as being entirely truthfully disclosed as written, which fills in the grandfather’s character sketch more, or, perhaps it’s showing another side to the father, who perhaps is trying to distort the memory of him a bit, I don’t know, but that’s a powerful opening for a longer piece if that was the case. Great write. Thanks

    • Thank you. I thought about filing in the blanks then decided to leave it somewhat ambiguous, as I often do, leave it up to the reader to decide. Was the old man a real SOB before? does the dad hold an unfair grudge? what do the kids think? lots to figure out…

  11. dad’s telling stories…. leftover baggage who knows… we’re all carrying… delightful just the same

  12. rosemary mint

    Of course he was. That’s why most grandparents are so sweet. 🙂

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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