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The green handbag, Clutched close, Constant companion, Matching clothes? Not always. Where did you go today? The green handbag, Loose change, And pension book. Made up? Take a look! Where did you go today? The green handbag, Memory sac of Nooks and crannies, Papa, Grandkids, Aunts and Grannies. Where did you go today? The green handbag, Held to heart, Perched on knees, A medicine chest, With pain to ease. Where did you go today? The green handbag, Where did you go today? Pointless question, Usual answer. As ever ­ ‘Up the Toon!’ Too soon, Not today. The green handbag, Not clutched, Nor held, But at the foot of your bed, A reminder of hope, Where did you go? Today, The Green Handbag, Sits at my Dad’s feet. A monument to love, In fading verdigris.
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
The Green Handbag
The green handbag, Clutched close, Constant companion, Matching clothes? Not always. Where did you go today? The green handbag, Loose change, And pension book. Made up? Take a look! Where did you go today? The green handbag, Memory sac of Nooks and crannies, Papa, Grandkids, Aunts and Grannies. Where did you go today? The green handbag, Held to heart, Perched on knees, A medicine chest, With pain to ease. Where did you go today? The green handbag, Where did you go today? Pointless question, Usual answer. As ever ­ ‘Up the Toon!’ Too soon, Not today. The green handbag, Not clutched, Nor held, But at the foot of your bed, A reminder of hope, Where did you go? Today, The Green Handbag, Sits at my Dad’s feet. A monument to love, In fading verdigris.
The green handbag was my mother's constant companion in the last years of her life.
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
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