anne.seebach.poetry

What wonder Mother’s handbag 
that Tardis-like hold

From band-aids to magnifiers 
a torch for the night; 
a tool set is no surprise 
Scented hankies and hand soap 
a five metre tape; 
the least of all its supplies 

Barley sugar and apples 
a needle and thread 
All contingencies planned 
to soothe pending dread 

One can’t be too ready 
you see 

For the keeper, trusty stash 
of Earl Grey tea