“YOUR NEW TENNY”
Jim and I just returned from a wonderful visit to San Francisco where we spent time with my son, Tom Drews. We walked on Ocean Beach and followed it up with a cheese and fruit plate, some clam chowder, and a glass of wine at the Cliff House, a ritual we’ve followed for years. He’s now a very successful entrepreneur (www.whatworks.biz) but the conversations we shared reminded me of a time, many years ago when he was a recent college graduate with little more than a penny in his pocket.
It was my birthday and he gave me one of the most precious and loved gifts I’ve ever received. The package contained a miniature tennis shoe on a key chain, a “tenny” and there was a penny stuffed in the toe. The penny wouldn’t go far, but the poem he wrote to go with it still brings tears to my eyes. I’d like to share it with you. By way of explanation, I drove a “Z” at that time.
To Mom -Your New Tenny
Inside of this shoe is not just a hole.
There’s something for you, it’s part of my sole.
When you start your car, when you turn the key,
If I’m near or far, you can still think of me.
Picture a fountain and now toss a penny,
Think of your mountain, and now hold your Tenny.
When you hop in your Z and go for a mile,
Can you think of me and drive with a smile?
I’m in your shoe, day and night,
And if you feel blue, you can hold me tight.
Inside of this Tenny is not just a hole.
There’s not just a penny, but part of my sole.
I love you. Tom