I glanced at my purple hand bag
hanging over the hook.
In a corner of a room,
With sunlight coming on it.
I felt happy and connected.
I then glanced at the window,
I saw kids playing in the street with
faces filled with energy and glow.
I felt at peace.
But then I looked at my TV set,
Watched the news that was on.
I happened to see a same purple hand bag
Held tightly by a little boy
all covered in dirt.
His eyes full of fear,
and lips trembling with pain.
He stood in a corner with a purple hand bag.
Hoping his mom will see her bag from a distance
And will come and rescue him.
Will take him home where no
sign of fear, hate and war will exist.
I again looked at my purple hand bag
and tears rolled down from my eyes.