Bag for Life

She bought it from Tesco Extra.
Though the Waitrose ones are better.

A bag that would last her lifetime.
Their fates; intertwined.

For eight years of shopping trips
It carried her spuds and her PG Tips.

Bore silent witness to all her vices.
Her Marlborough Lights. Her custard slices.

Her M&Ms. Her dishwasher tabs.
In the end it wasn’t the fags

That did her in.
It was the tins.

The multipacks of diet Coke.
In Lidl car park, the handles broke.

Spilled veggie samosas.
A coronary thrombosis.

And she was gone.

Should have bought the Waitrose one.