Grandpa had a tattoo,
an anchor – he had been in the Navy
most of the old men had them
on their arms where sleeves
could hide them.
Daddy got one when he
and Mom divorced,
across the top of his arm - Helen.
When they remarried
he had to sand it off…or something.
I didn’t think about tattoos
when I was young. You were a soldier or
jailbird and I didn’t aspire to either.
Then along came Cher
and her butterfly.
It took my breath…
a whole new image of being…
Once my parameters were
nurse, secretary, teacher, mother…
I wish I could say
I learned my lesson well
but here I sit
in mediocrity.
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