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        By Farida 
        Mihoub 
       Mom's handbag always had 
        everything we needed inside. 
        It was heavy and looked 
        like a piece of paradise. 
        It contained the keys of the closet 
        where she put the sweets away. 
        Sometimes, while she was having a nap, 
        we would sneak in and take them, 
        silently open the closet and 
        worry that the noise of paper 
        would wake her up. 
        The bag also had tissues 
        to blow our noses on cold 
        winter mornings, when 
        she took us to school. 
        Some thread and a needle too, 
        to sew the button that  
        unexpectedly fell form our coats. 
        Mom's handbag had a small note book 
        inside and a pen too. 
        One day I opened it, on the first page 
        I saw the name of a man 
        she never mentioned. 
        The last page said 
        'To the one who gave me 
        reason and light.' 
        Years later, I still wonder  
        who he was. 
        
      Born and living in Paris, France. French 
        mother tongue but English has always been a passion, since very, very 
        young! Married, 3 children. Presently working as editorial assistant for 
        European medical bulletin.  
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