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THIS IS A TRUE STORY
THOUGH THE FACTS ARE NOT RECORDED IN ANY BOOK OF HISTORY IT OUGHT TO BE HER-STORY CERTAIN YOUNG WOMEN WERE GOING THROUGH DONATIONS AT A PLACE OF CHARITY A DONATON CAME IN WITH DOZEN OF PURSES ALL OF THEM UNUSUAL AND UNUSUALLY UNIQUE AND BEAUTIFUL SOME WERE LIKE BOXES WITH SHINY MIRRORS INSIDE THEM SOME YOU COULD SEE THROUGH SOME HAD THE FEEL OF A SLEEK KITTEN AND WERE IN COLORS OF JEWELS SOME SEEMED LIKE POINTILISM PAINTINGS THEIR CUMULATIVE STITCHES CREATING A MATISSE OR A LEONARDO OR KLIMT SOME HAD SMALLER MINIATURES OF THEMSELVES ATTACHED TO THEIR INSIDES...LIKE BABIES NOT YET UN-EMBILLACLED FROM THEIR NEW MOTHERS PURSE AFTER PURSE HAD TO BE UNPACKED FROM THE CARDBOARD AND UNPACKED OF ITS CONTENTS WITHIN MONEY AND TRINKETS AND BAUBLES AND DIAMONDS AND LIPSTICK TUBES AND GOODBAR WRAPPERS AND STUBS FROM PLACES SHE HAD BEEN AND TETLEY TEA BAGS IN NAPKINS AND MATCHBOOKS UNUSED I REMEMBER THIS DAY AS IF IT HAD BEEN RECORDED IN A BOOK ITS A STORY I FREQUENTLY UNPACK IN MY MIND IN THE NIGHT WONDERED IF THE WOMEN OF THE PURSES LOOKED ON AS WE EMPTIED ALL OF HER DELIGHTS AND COULD SHE READ MY MIND WONDERING IF SHE WAS ONE OF THOSE WHO IN THE END HAD TO SCRIMP AND SAVE WHEN RIGHT IN THE BOX WAS A SMALL FORTUNE IF SHE'D FOUND IT COULD HER LIFE HAVE GONE FORWARD AND NOT GOTTEN STALE TOO EARLY LIKE THE TEA BAGS SHE USED OVER AND OVER AND SAVED. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 12:48PM PACIFIC STANDARD TIME 3/30/2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND WRITTEN DIRECTLY TO THE PAGE BY THIS POETTESS AND AUTHORESS MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED POETRY SITE TITLE: MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD RESPECT FOR THE GONE, THE STIL LIVING AND THE OLD LIVING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US IS A NECESSARY THING...A PROMISE TO YOURSELF PRESENT AND IN THE FUTURE THAT OFTEN COMES TOO NEAR AND TOO SOON. WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH WHAT IS LEFT BEHIND AFTER A PERSON YOU LOVED IS GONE? NO SHRINE BUILDING IS NECESSARY...BUT RESPECT AND THE MINDFULNESS OF A TRUE LOVE IS ESSENTIAL. Vote for this poem |
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