The Value of Love : Family Poetry

I have never mourned the loss

of a treasure chest buried deep,

nor do I remember the face of money

when I’m haunted in my sleep.

My family never sat at a counting table

when we blessed our meal each day,

and I don’t recall asking Dollar Bill

to come outside and play.

When comfort was my neediness

a buck never wrapped me in embrace,

and my most important memories

didn’t happen at Prosperity Place.

The gift I hope to offer my children

in material gain can’t be found,

our wealth is inside our family circle

not within cash, possession nor ground.

To me there are no riches greater

then the strength my family offers,

and if given the choice of love or coin

I would sooner be buried a pauper.