Money

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 power

(Money first appeared here January, 2019. Image my own)

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VJ

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.

37 thoughts on “Money”

  2. I, fortunately, never had to live in that situation, in my family of origin or my current family. I have, however, known so many women who have had that as their lives. I am glad that is not your current situation, VJ. I am glad you posted this poem again. It is a good poem to serve up again.

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  9. This is so sad to me – and insightful. Your poem stirs up memories of the lives I watched being lived while I was growing up. As a child I saw that mothers (often in my world) were trapped and vulnerable. Lots of images in few words. I guess that’s why it’s poetry. 🙂

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