I wish you did not grin
at the straps of my bag
digging into my skin.
Cut me some slack,
I can handle the weight.
And I swear, every single item
stored in the cavernous depths
of this bag, is of utmost importance.
I can trim anything from
nails to trees, I carry tools that
could repair anything if I knew how,
and you never know
when a fishing line might come
in handy. I admit I am a bit
unsure about the seashell,
but I promise, something somewhere
in there can undo the end of the world.
I can not begin to comprehend
how you can survive
with just a wallet.
April 9, 2017 at 12:02 pm
Well I can’t fit everything and would far prefer a manbag but I don’t use it all the time.
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April 10, 2017 at 1:41 am
When I had children, I felt much the same way. Now, I question even taking a small bag with me. Things do change,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
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April 10, 2017 at 1:59 am
Love this… we are always prepared with our purses!
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April 10, 2017 at 6:28 am
Thank you. We are, aren’t we?
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April 10, 2017 at 4:55 pm
I swear my wife has started an anvil collection sometimes….
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April 10, 2017 at 6:18 pm
🙂
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April 15, 2017 at 10:39 pm
Just wait until someone needs an emergency kit. You’ll be ready for the rescue.
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