When I was maybe 12
Or 13
I started stealing money from
Nana' s pocketbook
Or "my bag"
As she would call it
One day
We were in her bedroom
And she went into her bag
And I could tell
She noticed the money missing
She didn't accuse me of
Stealing it
She just started chasing me
Around the bed
She was muttering under her breath
Which she was almost out of
And near tears
Since that moment
I have never stolen
A thing
Not one thing
I hope I remembered to tell her that
When I grew up