It was the apple pie I smelled baking
But never could taste.
It was the Madame Alexander doll
I saw in the toy store window
I never could hold.
It was the gate to the town pool
Filled with children splashing
In the midst of summer
I never could open.
It was the comforter
Tucked snugly about my frame
I never could feel.
It was the view from the mountaintop
I never could see.
Today's NaPoWriMo.net is to write about money.