#102 Freeform - Tattoos

There are some people who just can't help but leave a mark when you meet them

Leave etches on your memories you can never delete and

Remind you of the other in the earth, those in the planet but not of the same

There are those always in the picture and then there are those that chose the frame



I tell you this so you understand just how special this wise wizened lady was to me

Standing before me voiceless at 5ft3

She'd lived life to it's fullest, never dreaming just doing

Reminding you of how much life you should be pursuing



If she had a tongue she'd curse me for hanging around such an old hack

She'd long ago lost her voice yelling at life to take its lemons back

You ask how I knew without voice this women's great heart?

It's simple. Her entire body was art.



To preserve moments of her life she'd sketched them on her skin

Never one to keep people out or hold feelings in

She was open and honest, she'd tattooed the good and the bad

A tattoo of a young boy, underlined by two dates, of the child she had had.



There was a list of lovers, each with a rating out of ten

There was her Mother's birthday, which she'd once forgotten. Tattoed to never forget again.

There was a world map, coloured in for places she'd been

Her back held the message of "a place I've never seen"



She had hearts and tears, but each held a purpose

This old lady before me, full of art that to anyone else would be worthless

But she was more than her skin. More than just colours and ink swirled.

This lady had become her own tattoo and applied herself the world.

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