October 14, 2022- Once upon a time, three of us went trick-or-treating.
We were never out of each other’s sight,
stayed clear of any house whose lights were off,
and had no worries about bullies trying to raid our stashes.
When we got home, all three stashes were dumped on the dining room table.
Mom and Dad went through the pile, with fine toothed combs,
looking for signs of tampering.
They never found any, but I am grateful to this day that they did this.
I was raised to share, to not hoard.
“This is myyyyiin!” seldom, if ever, came out of my mouth.
If it did, the soap bar was at the ready.
Grown, a long time ago, I still share-my time, my energy
and, to the extent that is prudent, my money and my thoughts.
I try not to overshare. Friends and family have enough going on.
Being a burden to anyone is not my style.
Generosity is a gift to others and to one’s self!
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I always feel rewarded after sharing.