Cona Adams Poet Narrative

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.”

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Don Johnson July 5, 2015 at 6:36 AM the subtle call of the money tree, the glittering prize so meant to be ... love it babe Don Johnson July 5, 2015 at 6:48 PM Yes little Mommas are wonderful!!! Cona Adams July 5, 2015 at 3:08 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.

Skat A July 5, 2015 at 12:00 AM clever parents '' enjoyed the poem. SK Cona Adams July 5, 2015 at 5:24 AM Thank you, SKAT. Your visit is always appreciated. Blessings.