Daddy yelled
and Mommy cried
and new dresses appeared.

A pattern
my young heart
vowed to break.

Chose a man,
reticent in nature,
pursued a career.

Then babies came
and I stayed home
and he withheld cash.

Pendulum swings
left to right – money
holds the key to powers.

Patterns, it seems,
twist and morph,
leave me impoverished.


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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

8 thoughts on “Money”

  1. I felt you needed a hug when I read this. Between two people who love each other this
    situation should never occur. It is grim.
    I realise with clarity how harmonious my childhood was.
    Wish the wounds heal


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