Mom’s New Bag
by Cindy Adame
Of all the things we need to say,
once more we discuss your new purse;
each snapped and zipped compartment.
Inside, I freeze; like a scene from
a horror film; caught somewhere
between disbelief, denial and despair.
And you, completely unaware—face
glowing like a child—show me all
the pockets and what you keep there.
Tidy, neat, perfect order; the way you used to be.
I smile, nod, sip my coffee;
swallow dark and bitter thoughts
and the pain of knowing that your world
has become so small; and for you,
it’s all in the bag.
About the author
Cindy Adame was born in Phoenix Arizona, but has spent most of her adult life in Bakersfield California. Recently retired, she has decided to pursue a lifelong passion to write. Being both a mother and grandmother, she has a rich source for her poetry and children’s books.
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