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My Mother's Purse

My Mother's Purse
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Seasons change once again.
Winter lasts forever.
Her handbag will remain
Always the same.
December purse, charcoal gray
Holding contents of yesterday.
Used tissues, rose lip balm.
On her shoulder to and from.
Her favorite wallet, lipstick pink.
Eyeglasses and sunglasses,
Covergirl smooth...
Memories of you.
Personal space, lady with grace
On her shoulder she carries
A purse that once was, now is
Forever my memory.

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