andyjohnson0 3 months ago
Handbag
by Ruth Fainlight
My mother's old leather handbag,
crowded with letters she carried
all through the war. The smell
of my mother's handbag: mints
and liptsick and Coty powder.
The look of those letters, softened
and worn at the edges, opened,
read, and refolded so often.
Letters from my father. Odour
of leather and powder, which ever
since then has meant womanliness,
and love, and anguish, and war.randomdrake 3 months ago
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iaw 3 months ago
Or was it common for soldiers to give out pieces of their uniform to people they just met out?
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