Each line on my brow has been hard-earned,
Each silver hair for a page of life turned;
I’ve wind-damaged skin from all the cricket matches,
And from frolicking with my kids in the pool these dark patches;
Laugh-lines round my mouth, slight squint from summer sun
Are records of vacations filled with fun.
Worry-lines for a far-away child who was sick
Brittle nails from biting them down to the quick–
My son’s jokes are etched in crows-feet around my eyes,
And my comfort-food-filled empty nest makes my chin outsize.
The under-eye bags are from vigils kept
With a naughty night-owl grandchild while the whole world slept.
You suggest a beauty parlour with its bottled array??
But they’ll erase my life’s history–Botox it away!!