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Having 75 cents each in their hot little hands,
My three children march off to the corner store
Hand-in-hand
Laughing and excited
Calling back to me to tell me
All they will buy
As though 75 cents is a Getty-esque amount.
Tiffany the ideal school girl in her navy and white dress
Big doe eyes so brown they are nearly black;
Kellis' soft hair hanging in ringlets
Around her Madonna-beautiful face
And My Son Nicky
Growing taller and more handsome every day
My little Man
Whose slender back stiffens if anyone so much as questions what I have said
Protector and Defender of Mom and Sisters.
This life is not good enough for them,
With no one to count on but me.
I am sick of being poor…
I have to do much better.
I have to do much
Much better
So that they are not someday worrying about
Having frivolously spent
Two dollars and twenty-five cents.
Ah well, it was worth it to see them laughing.
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