1. 01:27 16th Aug 2010

    Tags: my poetry

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    rubbing lotion on your legs, i admire the fine wrinkles on your calves and the bones bracing your ankle. i wonder if my legs will stay small, slim, and if i’ll ask my granddaughter to rub lotion on them to make them beautiful again. i wonder if my hands will lose their baby fat and if my nails will grow hard and firm and straight. i wonder if i’ll close the windows when someone yells so the neighbors don’t hear and ask the mailman to take my bills to the office with him because i’ll be old and won’t be able to walk down myself anymore. i wonder if the bags under my eyes will be sore and soft from sensitivity, tears sprinkling too freely, maturing too late. i wonder if my granddaughter will wrap her arms around me and feel my ribs through my nightgown and whimper into my neck while i watch the door for her mother’s face to flash through the glass, a warning sign: