My father counseled me.
‘Feel gratitude, my princess!’
Such love and joy filled his eyes
as he shared his wisdom with me.
Yet, my heart was hardened by privilege.
‘For what should I be grateful?’ I argued.
My father, war-torn heart and thankful soul,
intentionally guarded me from life’s traumas.
Yet, my Pollyanna life blinded me to the blessings
all about me, which sired my sense of entitlement.
It wasn’t until well into adulthood that I learned
of my privilege, entitlement and their impact.
Life did not afford me continued privilege
throughout many of my middle years.
Rather, it set me upon a 15-year path
of financial loss and discovery.
Abundance Born of Poverty.
Feel gratitude my child!
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