Poem about a Necessary Accessory
Dear companion, with me always
Up streets, alleys, hallways.
Handsome, stylish and so much flair
You on my arm, we’re quite the pair.
Careful, wary, your not stolen
From my arms, when we’re strollin’
Oft I thought to leave you behind
It’d leave me at a loss I’d find
Your so full, to fill my needs
Carrying my pens, pads and reads
You and me, better or worse
I love you dearly, my sweet purse.
– – June Nash