golden good

He covered
two hundred
of these
with gold paint,
for the kids.
Yesterday
I saw one,
in the hands
of a teen,
still in
foster care,
still holding on
to the memory,
and the golden
prize.

She recognized me,
sent her love
to Dave.

So I said
I’d pass her wishes on.

She had so little.
Still.

I wanted
to let her
hold on
to one more
golden
good.

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