Her Red Shopping Bag
By mickleinapickle
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She was adamant:
if they wouldn’t let her hold
her red shopping bag,
she was not having
her photograph taken.
The bag held her treasure:
her well-worn doll,
her bag of soft-centres,
her framed picture of Mum;
the eternally-unfinished knitting,
the book of Makaton signs,
the clean underwear
she’d been taught
to always carry.
The photograph needed her:
she was the pretty one
with the lopsided,
special smile
that lit up on request,
softened your heart
like no other.
As events unfolded,
she graced the ensemble
with precocious,
childlike innocence,
and her red shopping bag
made a great focal point.
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She certainly had her
She certainly had her priorities right, Mick.
A sweet poem about childlike innocence. Thoroughly enjoyable.
Best, Luigi
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I love this! It brought a
I love this! It brought a tear to my eye. As soon as I started reading, I knew the scenario. It reminded me so much of someone I worked with in special needs care a few years ago. Her bag went everywhere with her. In fact, in the description you give, I can almost see her now...
Well-deserved cherries. Poem of the Week, I hope.
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