across my skin like tattoos
each a mark of the journey
I have travelled with
you.
My body is marked with the memory of us
in the places you once touched and loved
and in the place She grew and came to life
and emerged separate and unique
wipe the past away with a damp cloth
or trade it away
like a used car
or give it to charity
like an outgrown suit
because for me
it is part of my very body
the lights and darks
sewn into me like the threads of a quilt
scars and marks of
motherhood and wifehood and family
I can not erase those marks
without erasing who I am and how I came to be
and so I will bear this tattoo forever
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