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Green

Green

A Poem by Tumadre

It's always come to me so easily,
Growing up breezy and carefree
Because monetary dealings were taken
Care of always by my daddy.

I'm unfazed and unaffected by numbers in the bank
Drawing a blank when I'm questioned, where'd it come from? I don't know?
I'm spoiled I guess, no reason for me to stress
About bills or payments, my mind is constantly on other things.

But.

I love hard and I love deep, I give myself freely to those who seek
an ear to listen and arms when they weep,
I have a man who takes my breath with a simple glance,
It was no happenstance, he planned this big feat.
My little girl,with those green/blue eyes so innocent and sweet
Can sweep anyone right off the edge of their seat.

I'm not bragging or boasting but please, you must see,
These are the factors, not money, that make me so lucky.

© 2015 Tumadre


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