I see them
peeking around my mouth and eyes
mostly after smiling & laughing
though some come from frowning & worrying.
They show up on my shirts
because I refuse to iron anymore
after years of teenaged Sundays spent
with baskets of wrinkled laundry.
When I discover a new secret boyfriend,
there they are
between my flirty questions about movies or groceries
and my happy marriage.
In my classroom
when I meet students
who have been denied a loving mother,
who need to reject me in order to survive,
who keep me up at night, despairing,
I see them.
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16 comments:
This is so perfect. You are very talented. Love it!
Well done : )
lovely.
That poem is so well-written. And sad. And lovely.
not crow's feet, but know's feet. and you know's it, girl. this is a superb poem.
Best wishes for the new school year!
You just reminded me how much I enjoy good poetry.
Thank you.
(It is lovely.)
Those lines are mighty fine, missy.
Here's the perfect venue for you to do a poetry slam with your piece:
http://www.finelinemusic.com/
They are the lines of a life well-lived.
Lines worth walking and rejoicing.
that was just so good...i loved it.
when i grow up, i want to be able to write like you.
Bravo!
the face of life lived
testimony sharing smiles
fine lines prove the worth
Very few people can be poetic and lovely about fine lines...
You are wonderful.
http://coffeeyogurt.blogspot.com/2009/09/ancient-old-timers-and-me.html
tag, you're it!
Thats beautiful!
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