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My Uncle And His Pocketbook

Updated on April 28, 2017

Everywhere he went we were sure to follow

In Summers when visits to the Country was out of season

We would surely go to Uncles house

He was a kind Man, a loving Man who

was not blessed with Children of his own


He would comb our hair

Make sure we were dressed immaculately

Little Ladies in white Satin gloves

A little Pearl at the wrist

Dainty white sox and patent leather shoes

White or Black

No matter the hour we were always dressed in our Sunday best

Together we would roam with Uncle and his pocketbook


We never played in the dirt and dust

As Ladies didn't he would shake his head and admonish

Ladies didn't run he would exclaim

They walked chin up, shoulders back

Hands over hands and in front and eyes straight ahead

As we strolled People would ask

Vermont are you going out with us Today

My Uncle would reply I can't I have my pocketbook Today


I'd look around searching his hands and stifling a giggle

Behind lace and satin gloves

As Ladies were taught

I saw no purse, nor pocketbook

The mischief danced in his laughing brown eyes as I

Exclaimed, uncle where is your purse


Everywhere he roamed we were sure to follow

He never left us alone at home

But instead, would lovingly watch out for our protection

As a Woman would hold tightly to her purse or pocketbook

for its protection


To my Uncle V.V. with unconditional Love R.I.P., see you in the next Life.


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