A Handbag of a Lady
She carries the weight of the world on her shoulders
In different colours and hues
There is always a favourite to grab on the run
reflecting it’s endless use.
It has all of these compartments
Exactly like ones in her head
To store different items, for later use.
The compact is kept to powder her nose
To hold her dignity high
A little blush to add to the rush
Radiating a passionate glow
The eyeliner comes next to reflect
The boundaries to her soul
The stick is quick to colour those
Lips of Gratitude.
Tucked away is a rubber band or two
Searching frantically for a moment
to escape to collect herself once more
suddenly coming in hand the band
to tie the loose strands
Looking dignified once more.
And old love letter that shows that she cares
and reflects all that she is
A pretty handkerchief to wipe away tears and pain
The little note book hidden in a nook
to call upon her vivid imagination.
A bottle of Perfume a signature tune
That scents up a room,
Heads turn with all eyes on her
No time to look the sling on her back
She is secure and covered once more
Her handbag coming to the rescue.
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