Pieces of Me

                                                                                                                                                

                                                                                            The Money Tree

The money tree, the money tree;

Hello, it’s me….apparently.

A dollar here, five dollars there;

It vanishes into the air.

I told my kids when they were small;

”Now use it wisely; don’t spend it all.”

But as one left, another came.

Kids think it’s just a “mommy game.”

I remember saying kiddingly;

“What do you think I am…a money tree?”

Apparently…

A parent….me!

And it didn’t end when they were small;

No, not at all…not at all.

The bigger they get, the harder I fall.

“Hey mom, can I go to the mall?  A  movie?”

“Here, take this….and call.”

The money tree, the money tree;

It’s growing, and it’s always free!

If I were them, I’d come to me.

How perfect could a kid’s life be?

If I remember cor-rect-ly,

my Dad was mine…my money tree.

He’d shake a branch and gently place

his Daddy hand across my face.

And as I ran off happily,

his smile ‘lit-up’ my money tree.

My kids are great, and grown-up now.

All giving souls; that’s fate somehow.

The tree has gotten older too,

But stand it will ‘til it is through.

For more will come; I have no doubt

to try to shake the money out.

                                         -Joy

                                                         July, 1997

Comments

[jen]

When we go shopping my son always says, can we take this home? I haven't said to him yet that money doesn't grow on trees but I do say that mummy works hard to earn money to buy things for us and we have to pay for it we can't just take it out of the shop.

[Marilyn]

Very cute. ;)

[Jory Des Jardins]

I'm surprised you didn't write this at tax time!