Two Old Bags. By P.B. Phillips

Once upon a time, very recently, there were 2 old bags.

One old bag held the other old bag, kept her tight and near.

The other old bag contained everything that the One old bag had ever held dear.

Without the other old bag, One old bag had no past.

Without One old bag, the other old bag, certainly had no future.

One old bag kept her memories in the other old bag, so the past could be shown.

The other old bag held the memories of One old bag, but had no history of her own.

One old bag was tattered, battered, her soul and spirit broken.

One old bag accidently scraped the other old bag and caused some holes to open.

For fun, the other old bag worked a wrapper through a hole, and set it to the wind.

For fun, One old bag was punched and kicked by those who never sinned.

One old bag gripped the other old bag beyond terrorful tight.

The other old bag tried with all her might to cushion One old bag from teen girl spite.

But blows rained in as One old bag crashed defenseless to the floor.

One old bag had been kicked very hard, long, long before;

When One old bag was young, beautiful, and inside her she carried one precious life more.

The other old bag had been a pillow while One old bag had lost her baby, 3 months premature.

The other old bag held safe the loved ultrasound image for 30 years or more.

But the picture was stamped out of the other old bag, as One old bag died bleeding on the floor.