Grief Engulfs Us

Part1
I had never heard of Kate Spade until she committed suicide. 
I am not into famous people and brands. Popular culture demands too much attention. I confessed on Facebook; but the deluge of responses
from people familiar and unfamiliar inundated my meager poetry, opinions, photos and selfish posts. Many responses were about the cute purses KS had designed. 
A more poignant response came from a young woman whose husband has mental problems. She is a crusader for mentally ill people. We all know some troubled souls.
Sometimes, we are the troubled soul. We have not yet reconciled the deaths of students killed in our schools, murdered in our streets.
Oftentimes, celebrity tragedies bring attention to the personal problems of the proletariat. It just goes to show you that no matter how high you get, 
there’s always something lurking in the soul. On that same date, June 5, of Kate’s fatal, selfish act which my friend says the illness negates,
Bobby Kennedy was assassinated 50 years ago. The next day, June 6 was the 74th anniversary of D-Day.

Part2
Grief engulfs us;
So, I wrote this quasi-poem:
We carry a purse wherever we traverse
From lunchroom to boardroom, to bathroom.
We trust our purse with all our stuff:
Wallet, photos, license, credit cards, keys
And lesser items we may or may not need:
Cosmetics, a mirror, gum, breath mints, sticky notes, mace,
Used tissue, lint, pills, loose change,
receipts, and so on…
We choose, show off our personality and splendor in vinyl, fabric, leather
In superfluous and magnificent colors, and designs
Sometimes matching our shoes, suits, and dresses.
We clutch our purse strapped tight to our chest
And no one knows that we embrace
So much mess.

Part3. First, I look at the purse
This song came to mind today.
The Contours
Lyrics
First I Look at the Purse
by the J. Geils Band
Some fellas look at the eyes
Some fellas look at the nose
Some fellas look at the size
Some fellas look at the clothes
I don't care if her eyes are red
I don't care if her nose is long
I don't care if she's underfed
I don't care if her clothes are worn
First I look at the purse!
Some fellas like the smiles they wear
Some fellas like the legs that's all
Some fellas like the style of their hair
Want their waist to be small.
I don't care if their legs are thin
I don't care if their teeth are big
I don't care if their hair's a wig
Why waste time lookin' at the waistline?
First I look at the purse!
A woman can be fat as can be,
kisses sweet as honey
But that don't mean a thing to me
If you ain't got no money
If the purse is fat....that's where it's at.
Some fellas like the way they walk
The way they swing and sway
Some fellas like the way they talk
Dig the things they say.
I don't care if they wobble like a...
or talk with a lisp
I still think I'm a good lover
if the dollar bills are crisp
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
I don't care if you got yourself a wrap
all I want is your pretty green cash
Bought me a suit, bought me a car
Want me to look like a Hollywood star
Money, (Money!) I want money (Money!)
Baby, ain't no "why", baby (Money!)
I need money!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
First I look at the purse!
Songwriters: ROBERT ROGERS,SMOKEY ROBINSON,WILLIAM ROBINSON JR.
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
For non-commercial use only.
Data From: LyricFind

 

Richmond, VA

Dorothy Marie Rice feels compelled to write and create art. She is a retired RPS teacher of the Gifted and Humanities Programs. Four generations of females reside with her.

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