The Christmas Purse
You sit at your kitchen table,
by Mary Agnes Dalrymple
wearing a floral print house dress,
gently turning the purse over
in your ample hands, inspecting
the shape, the texture, testing
the snap of the gold-toned clasp,
telling us all - many times over -
what a wonderful gift it is.
I feel sorry for you,
getting nothing but a purse
for Christmas, feel sad because I know
you probably won't keep it for long.
Daddy says you never have anything
nice because you always give
your good things away. Grandma,
where is your Christmas tree -
your beautifully wrapped packages -
that you should have to marvel
over an empty black purse?