My Uncle And His Pocketbook
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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