For Barb Goodwin, B.N.
A life was contained
In that purse
Your patient done living
Under your watchful eyes
You opened that bag looking for clues
Who to call, anything at all
You laid out receipts, kleenex
Notes that held such plans
A menu—good deli you say
Holding back the tears
A mint still wrapped
Business card reminders of a
Lifetime left behind
Lipstick & lotion
Her son’s name not found.
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