Scars and Stains
Scars and Stains
These are the proof of events that have left a mark on my life
A silent reminder of things often not readily recalled
Until I again “see” the evidence
That the event left behind
Not always remembered, but never truly forgotten
Scars that are both mental and physical, large and small
The left behind evidence of events that touched my life
Some I can see in the mirror on the wall
Others I see within the mirror of my soul
And some even in the faces of strangers around me
There are the scars and stains left by many events in history
Some which occurred many years ago, and some so very recently
Like the visible scars left upon the New York City landscape after 9/11
The visible trauma seen upon the faces and bodies of strangers
The invisible marks left upon the souls of so many from that day
Then I remember the night that my lover came to dinner
Leaving behind the stain from the too hot coffee cup
That had been placed upon my new table to cool
That coffee which his lips never touched,
Because he was too busy kissing mine
I see the mark of the wedding ring upon my finger
Placed there on a day of great joy
And though the ring has long since gone
The indent remains upon my skin as a reminder of that day
That I pledged my love to the one standing beside me
I look at my child, as he walks through the door
Knowing that I love him with a mothers love
Even though he has long ago left home
To make his own mark upon this world
As I also had to leave home to make mine
Now I turn to look into the hallway mirror
And I see the scars and lines that life has left on me
Badges of honour for the life I have lived
Reminders of the love I have given and received
And I am thankful for the scars and stains of my life
For they are proof of who I am as a woman
And they are a part of who I am as a mother
A daughter, a sister, a niece, a colleague and a friend
My life has never been empty and without meaning
And the stains and the scars remind me of this again, today.
Scars and Stains © Denise Mangano
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Synopsis
This was written for a friend of mine, who asked me to write a poem about my "life". This is a small part of who I am, as a mother, a daughter, a sister, a niece, a collegue and a friend, to all the people who are in my life and who have ever been a part of my life.
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