He was going off to the war,
She wanted him to have something to remember her by.
Blue, white and red (that is how it is said in France) ribbon and some beads,
curling them this way, curving them that way around her photo which she attached to
part of the pastry box that held chocolate creams.
And there it was after all these years and wars later,
in an old box covered with fabric,
mementos of a past life.
Faded blue, white and red ribbon,
Beads curled this way, curving that way around her photo:
A woman with a large hat.
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