My Purse

Today I decided to clean out my purse and I was horrified by the strange things I found in them.  It got me thinking about what my purse looks like now, as a mother, and what my purse used to look like when I wasn’t a mother.  Below are the differences (in poem form of course, because frankly, who can resist a poem?):

I once had a cute purse that I would clutch under my arm as I trotted into the bar,

Now, I have a mom purse flung over my shoulder so it won’t go far.

My purse was once filled with hair spray, make-up and lip gloss,

It is now filled with child friendly snacks like smashed Captain Crunch and a month old banana that I’m sure is full of moss.

My purse is now a desired toy and I just shake my head when I see it hanging from a tree,

 As I watch my nephews cheer with glee.

It is the keeper of quarters for every crane game,

And as I dig for quarters I wonder; will my purse ever be the same?

My purse has transformed not by choice, but because I do things I’m told.

And because of that, my purse is now a holder of all things desired by a three year old.

One day I hope my little guy falls in love with his very own murse,

So I can, once again, have back my purse.  

Side note: A “Murse” is a man-purse.

Happy Sunday- Enjoy your week!