Handbag

What would you
learn about me
if all you could
see were the
contents of my
handbag?

The rose quartz
pebble nesting
in the dark lint
covered corner
reminding me
to love
unconditionally
myself included

The tumbled
turquoise gem
the one I think
likes to travel
so it comes along
holding dreams
of blue skies
always the same
above the clouds

The black pebble
once the resting
place of chopsticks
unconventional
in shape
stone black
rock solid
like the friend
I had dinner with

A sapphire coloured
rosary given by
my grandmother
my nine year old hands
receiving it with pride
it somehow always
finds its way out
of its tiny bag
and hangs neglected
knotted
with my earphones

Things for all sorts
of eventualities
a pocket for
preparedness
a pouch for dreams
a notebook to retain
important thoughts
receipts of memories
already created
a loaded wallet of
intentions to make
the world a better place

And you thought it was
just a Coach handbag
my husband
bought for me for
my birthday

© Tanya Southey @Ordinary Poetry

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