I wouldn’t say we were wealthy growing up
but neither were we poor.
“You have enough!” Dad always said
“You don’t need any more.”

“You have enough food to eat,
enough clothes to wear,
a sturdy roof above you...”
“And besides your mom and I,
enough friends and family
who love you.”

I’ve remembered Dad’s words often
whenever times were tough...
and I’ve weathered every storm
knowing I’ve always had enough.


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Blackwingedbird's picture

Its a nice bit and thank you

Its a nice bit and thank you for your honesty.

allets's picture

Too Much

or just enough. A testament to advertising executives everywhere. And yardsales. Good poem, great values - allets -