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Money Chain

My parents’ repeated refrain - “Money doesn’t grow on trees.” In my dreams, a lush tree grew with leaves of high numbers, nothing under a twenty. On our 25th Anniversary, our church threw a surprise party. After the pot-luck dinner, a gaily wrapped gift box sported a top slit, waving a bit of green. As we pulled, a chain of bills roped up through the slot, coiling ribbons of green. I had seen “Money Trees” as special occasion gifts, but for the one and only time, we experienced the gift of “Money in a Box.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 7/5/2015 6:36:00 AM
the subtle call of the money tree, the glittering prize so meant to be ... love it babe
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Don Johnson
Date: 7/5/2015 6:48:00 PM
Yes little Mommas are wonderful!!!
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Cona Adams
Date: 7/5/2015 3:08:00 PM
Thank you, Don. So glad you enjoyed it. My mother had a lot of "sayings" she used repeatedly, to teach us how to live. Some "took" and some didn't, but she did a fantastic job of raising four kids, on a shoestring.
Date: 7/5/2015 12:00:00 AM
clever parents '' enjoyed the poem. SK
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Cona Adams
Date: 7/5/2015 5:24:00 AM
Thank you, SKAT. Your visit is always appreciated. Blessings.

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