HANDBAG:

Her handbag´s slung over her bony thin shoulder,

Filled with her possessions, as heavy as boulders,

She hobbles down streets, grey, cobbled & lonely,

Dreaming of the past & of the future, oh if only.

 

Hand, deep in dark depths of her bag, goes seeking,

Feeling for treasures, her fingertips, silently speaking,

She pulls out a humbug with fluff & an old family snap,

Which she kisses, as teardrops fall & drip onto her lap.

 

She rummages around, in the bag´s cavernous cave,

For the memories she´s kept & dear items she´d saved,

An old red lipstick, a lollipop & crumpled hanky of lace,

That small cracked mirror, which she holds to her face.

 

She has no friends, no kin & family now, to call her own,

Her life in a handbag, all that remains of her old home,

The accoutrements, mere trappings, of a lonely old hag,

Life´s memories tucked away, safely in her old handbag.