Nana would pull magic from outta her pocketbook

Nana would pull magic from outta her pocketbook
Candy
Chocolates
Rainbonnets
“Here, put this on”
When the sky opened up
And an umbrella too
Lipstick and mirror
Lotion
And napkins to clean up whatever mess there was
Because there will always be mess
Some nose to blow, some seat to wipe so one can sit
Some set of lips to dab at in the corners
Magic, I tell you, from outta that pocketbook
A comb
And a pen for writing with
Some kinda piece of paper for just in case one might need to jot something down
And something for the breath, cuz she knows that a first impression is everything and it’s behooved her to have at least a piece of gum on hand in the event of such an occasion
For it must be a pleasure to meet her acquaintance
A magician with no hat
No wand and no rabbit
Just magic
Magic in that bag, I tell you
With straps on her shoulders
Sinful to place it on the floor
For so revered that well-stocked appendage
Indeed upended all others
And we learned to be prepared
From that magic that she’d pull from up outta that pocketbook