Floating Coins

In a vacant rose garden
my mother and I sit
on a bench
soaking the precious
October sun rays.

After some silence,
she tells me a story
About her father
who died when I was
two years old.

She tells me she’ll never
forget the time
he jumped into a pool
wearing a full Armani suit,
shoes and all,

to save her life.
I remember drowning,
watching his coins
floating up in the water,

she says.

Why did my grandfather
jump into that pool?
I ask myself this and
continue to consider the clout
of love and fear.

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