Mother’s Purse

Last night I saw

Upon the sky full of stars

Mother’s shabby purse

Each time she opened it

A light would glitter inside

And mother used to say

That she picked a star from the sky

And hide it inside the purse

Black and shabby

To be golden

By the star hidden inside it

To understand that it is my star

Which will guard me

In my hard times

That are to come,

And it will not be

Like a call

From the purse

I was attracted by

The glittering splendour

Mother’s lipstick.

I used to be so happy

When I used it on my lips

The mirror smiled and said

That I looked like my mother

As beautiful as her!

Today, the purse is filled with gold

Bracelets, rings, earrings, beads….

Where is the lipstick, the smile,

And mother’s warm hand?

Back then I had no gold or rings

I had fairy tales with stars

And mother’s love

Hidden inside them.