Friday, June 13, 2008

The skin of a mother

Have you ever seen skin
that's grown old well?
It's mottled in bits ,
freckled in specks,
warts asunder, scars and pits.

Have you known skin
that's really lived life?
Lines of laughter,
High archs of fury,
furrowing pathways.
sand dunes and crow's feet.

Have you some skin
that's breathed, been free?
tanned like leather,
soft to touch,
Heaven to kiss,
stretchy, damn good fun!

You never seen another,
like the skin of a mother.