Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Change poem- Aging

AGING

painful
birth
of
the
girl
develops
into
her
teething,

develops
into
never-ending
questions,

turns
into
her
going
on
unsatisfying
relationship.

Time
goes
by.

She
announces
a
pregnancy
with
her husband.

Never
looking
into
the
 mirror,

my
face
wears
layers
of
skin.

But
every
layer
tells
a
story!

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