Wrinkles This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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I trace the blue veins on her hands
like skinny rivers protruding from the crevices of her skin
This pattern of flesh is reflected in her face, in her bony arms.
Those wrinkles don’t tell me about the arthritis,
about the pain of tumors in my grandma’s breast.

They take trips:
back to her standing on her parents’ doorstep
on tiptoe to reach the lips of her first kiss.
They cradle her firstborn child
and share an appreciative moment
in the arms of her lover.

My fingers chase her wrinkles
as she shares the experiences which define her existence.
which have carried her to this elderly state.

Each of her wrinkles is unique;
each has a voice and a story to share.
They are beautiful; she is beautiful.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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Jaybug said...
Mar. 22, 2011 at 8:00 am
I loved this poem. As soon as I read this poem, I related it to my story. You should go read my story called Grandpa's Wrinkles.
 
lildutchgurl This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 15, 2010 at 7:22 pm
wow this is amazing! you are such a good poet and this was really deep! i would really appreciate if you read some of my work sometime like The Margins or Safe Haven. This was beautiful poem :)
 
Betsygirl said...
Sept. 15, 2010 at 7:45 am
What an insightful poem. The other day a sophmore girl I was helping, touched the back of my 72 year old tanned, blue veins now showing more hand. I could tell, without a word, she was wondering if her hand might look like mine one day. I secretly wished her a life long enough to find out. Young people who wonder are gifts to me.
 
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