Checkbook Balance - By Louise Minch

I faced a pile of bills and 

A sadly lacking 

Checkbook balance. 

Tears welled up as I caught 

A glimpse of sunshine. 


Emerald green grass 

And crystal blue skies 

Captured my attention. 

Yellow buttercups waved 

in a gentle breeze. 

I picked one for my love. 

Then I heard his voice and turned. 

Smiling, I held the flower out 

Surprised it was a pen. 

He looked puzzled, 

Gently tugged my ear 

And kissed my cheek. 


Soon he left and I returned 

To the checks, 


Life cannot be measured 

By a checkbook. 

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