Scars

This one….

On my knee, from falling off my favorite bike.
On my head, from not looking before I leapt.
On my back, from making spontaneous love in an uncomfortable place.
Low on my belly, from my children who wouldn’t come unaided.


                           And this one here
                    
         And here
                                           And there
              
                   And that one.

Aren’t they lovely?

These marks are life’s tattoos.
My history told in the tattered flesh.
Proof that I have lived ,lived hard and well.
I stroke my fingers along my skin and,
Let my  body whisper to my fingertips the story of me.
And I smile.