As I was posting Alan's recent poem about Miles Davis, he was writing to send me a new one, a love poem for us oldsters, not the first poem he has written to his lovely wife Jerra. We girls should be so lucky to have men writing poems to us! Alan just rocks! My own hands aren't yet translucent, but I've seen it plenty often; however I do sport the brown age spots and consider them badges of honor of sorts, they remind me of the warm sun on my hands as I've had them curled around a steering wheel in those thousands of miles I've enjoyed driving over the decades, and the years of mowing my lawn on warm/hot sunny days, before I realized I really really needed to wear gloves! More kudos to Alan!
THE SKIN, ON THE BACK OF OUR HANDS
“A Love Poem, For Older People.” “Also, For Jerra, For Over Twenty Years Together.”
there is something you can tell
about older people
the skin on the top of their hands
is almost translucent
like you could read
several messages in there
you can almost
see down into it
the skin has grown
on our hands
looking older
with all the lines
like the hands have shown
life’s wear
over so much time
and yes
also sometimes
shown with so much pleasure
for sure they have
each grown much older
and yet the aging brings closeness
more tighter
to both of us
made by us just so shared together
Postscript: Jerra once said, “We have both saved
the best of our lives: meeting, until our last years,
for the best lasting love.” Alan "The Count" Yount
Published by: WestWard Quarterly, Spring Issue, 2021.
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