High Off These Thoughts

Bags

I remember my little brother's first school bag.

I had followed Mummy to buy it from the market.

I chose it because it had my brother's favourite cartoon on it.

I remember my mummy's handbag.

Nothing was more valuable than it,

for she took it everywhere.

Someone even tried to steal it once,

but daddy knocked him out.

I remember Daddy's travelling bag.

It always smelled nice when he returned from his foreign trips.

I wanted to smell nice too someday.

I remember the big black bag.

The bag that Steve gave to me after i joined his gang.

The bag that had to be among other bags in the big white van.

I remember my girlfriend's shopping bags.

I remember how important shopping was to her.

I remember the designer bags she bought.

I remember the day i was killed by the police.

I remember the body bag i was wrapped in.

Bags, huh?

Life is all about bags.