Monday, January 12, 2015

Making Ends Meet

She used to sell
just about everything
to make ends meet
The many things
we sat on
played with
ate from
and wore
All reminders
that nothing
is permanent
Nothing stays
the same
We'd watch our stuff
get picked over
We'd watch them
try to haggle her
but she never showed
desperation
You'd never see
the loss
in her eyes
as money
exchanged hands
And just like that . . .
ours became theirs

-December 2014


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20 comments:

  1. GailJanuary 12, 2015 at 9:14 AM

    So sad but eloquently written.

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  2. brudbergJanuary 12, 2015 at 12:00 PM

    What a story.. to have a life pass into possession of others.. a really sad state... but remaining stoic though such a situation.... very vivid.

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  3. Brian MillerJanuary 12, 2015 at 3:41 PM

    quite sad...its hard when you want to attach to something, especially as kids....and then to have it constantly pulled out from under you....the feeling def comes across in this...

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    1. TorieJanuary 12, 2015 at 5:06 PM

      Thank you for the visit, Brian! Good to see you :)

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  4. UnknownJanuary 12, 2015 at 9:22 PM

    Beautiful... detachment is along the path to ending suffering ♡

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    1. TorieJanuary 13, 2015 at 9:53 AM

      Right, you are! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment, Steph :)

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  5. UnknownJanuary 12, 2015 at 10:47 PM

    I can't begin to count how many times I've wanted something, had it all out there in the open, just to have it taken for granted. We live in such a material world, and it is a little sickening really.

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    1. TorieJanuary 13, 2015 at 9:54 AM

      Indeed we do, Kenn. Learning to detach from all the stuff frees you in a way one might not expect.

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  6. UnknownJanuary 13, 2015 at 2:03 AM

    'Ours became theirs' sad but that's life, someone's gain is someone's loss. Beautifully written Torie! :)

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  7. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJanuary 13, 2015 at 3:03 PM

    Been there! Well told.

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  8. MaryJanuary 13, 2015 at 5:07 PM

    Well, this is quite sad really. It is hard to see things that meant something to you being sold....even if money was needed. Your poem captured the feeling so very well....reality as it is!

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    1. TorieJanuary 13, 2015 at 8:19 PM

      Thank you for your thoughtful words, Mary ;)

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  9. humbirdJanuary 14, 2015 at 10:22 AM

    To move forward we need free(to give away what not working anymore) the space for new desired 'goals' - to let to know Universe that you are ready to receive. ~ Thanks for stopping by :)

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  10. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 14, 2015 at 12:06 PM

    Oh I have seen that so often, moms selling the kids' things, likely desperate for money - leaves a big impact on the kids for sure. Poignant, Torie.

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    1. TorieJanuary 14, 2015 at 4:48 PM

      It surely does leave an impact on children. Those kinds of things just sort of stay with you, I think. Thanks for making a visit, Sherry. A pleasure to see you, as always ;)

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