poetry about aging

Alabaster Shell
The Alabaster Shell – Poem

Photo Courtesy of Monique Kittan The Alabaster Shell Milky white alabaster skin, unnatural rouge-rosy color high on my cheekbones, I never wore rouge. Lips like wet cherry, shiny, silken hair, delicately smooth, pale peachy hands, sleek, shapely, mauve-painted nails, I never wore nail polish (though I always loved mauve.) I had bulgy, blue-green veins that moved when my grandson fingered…