I Never Knew

Posted: May 6, 2015 in Uncategorized

No one told me,
until elongated fingers

touched—tip to tip.
before me,

I saw wrinkles
and brown spots.

At that point
knowledge whispered with dignity.

––The child is old

Comments
  1. JoAnne says:

    It does sort of sneak up on ya, doesn’t it?

    Like

  2. […] Here is a short poem in which the passage of time is acknowledge, but perhaps not completely accepted (and why should we, after all?). It is called I Never Knew: […]

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