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It’s been an ultra-busy week so far and no signs of letting up, just yet. Please bear with me, yet again. 🙏🏻🕊️
It’s been an ultra-busy week so far and no signs of letting up, just yet. Please bear with me, yet again. 🙏🏻🕊️
Not the label sewn on the inside,
but the hands that passed it down—
Not the boots that walked first,
but how far they let you roam.
We measured riches
in treehouse kingdoms,
in second helpings,
in stories from a worn-out hat.
How far from poverty?
Far enough to remember.
Close enough to understand.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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There is soul in this poem, not the flare and flash of sequined ball gowns but the time worn wrinkled hands of one that has lived it all and knows the worth of what holds value. A warm tenderness of understanding and the home felt handshake of belonging and feeling welcome to all the world poor as it is. A feeling of giving and gracious receiving. It is the soul that gives value to this poem. Lovely
Thanks Soren. It's so vital what our mindset is in life. 🙏🕊️
You are most welcome Cryptic and yes it is, it makes all the difference
Good hand-me-downs were like Christmas and certainly no shame.
Climbing a tree was a challenge, and if you fell and broke something, so be it.
It feels strange, but I never saw it as poverty, and I think I had a better time than the kids today who have everything but don't seem to have anything.
Most definitely so! Bumps and scrapes of growing up. 🕊️🙏
Rik, what a quiet hymn to gratitude...grounded, tender, and wise. You remind us wealth is what lingers after everything else fades. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛ Oh...and Happy Halloween! 🎃👻
There is indeed that wealth that continues on and generates legacies. Thanks, Tittu. 🕊️🙏
I can only Echo all the other Comments here.
Good one.
Haha, thanks Kevin. Most appreciated and means so much as well. 🕊️🙏
'Far enough to remember.
Close enough to understand'
Whole work should be quoted here really. But it's there - close enough to remind...... I'm wordless with the clarity of it.
Clarity is such a rare gem. Thanks for sharing that thought. 🕊️🙏
No cuz why’d I get actual goosebumps. This is so good im low key jealous. That final stanza is a bar! BAARRR!
How’ve you been, Rocky! Miss you🙏🏻🕊️
We are very lucky not to be in poverty Rik and need to be so grateful for being that way.
Andy
Indeed, thanks Andy🕊️🙏🏻
Truly cryptic and yet so full of beautiful memories of the true riches that we cherish
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