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Old Bags

My Mother loved old bags sheíd carry everything in a plastic bag: Bakerís Delight bags, Safeway bags, "Iíve got you a Myerís bag." "Oh good, I need a strong bag." Thereís a drawer where I keep the bags for Mum. I open it automatically to jam another one in. Itís overflowing, so many bags for Mum then it dawns why; Mum hasnít been picking them up: she had a stroke, she canít walk. Iíll never again open the door to her anxious, glad to see me, smile. I should throw the bags out, but maybe if I keep them, sheíll get better. © Pete Dowe 2002


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