On my face
you see
the time my brother
Scarred me
visible above my lip
The place where
Tears
Fell
in my
Darkness
And the other
from when I walked
Away
The smile lines
carving one lone
Dimple
Love’s mirror
is in these eyes
of Mine
Worth the
Pain
Worth this Life
I live.
kathi
4 comments:
i particularly love the line 'the smile lines carving one lone dimple'
i'm very interested in how our personal things, emotions, create scars on our skin - faces. this idea has been playing in my mind for some time...thank you for this poem, kathi!
Oh, I LOVE that idea! Thank you!
I look in the mirror and see your face, Ma, and I love it! Makes loneliness go by the wayside...
Ahhh, thanks, Kristinn. Maybe that's how we know our moms are always with us...
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