Writing 201:  Poetry.  Day Seven: Fingers, Prose Poem, Assonance

You wave goodbye

I glance at my hands

I see the roughness

The white spots and veins

Age begins to take its toll

I used to write well…

Now it hurts to hold a pen

Sometimes the pain is excruciating

I massage them with care

Appreciating each finger

When I’ve seen cracks I took care of you

Every two weeks, I made sure to get you a makeover

My friend we’ve been through a lot

At times we’ve carried over 6 bags

When we should have only carried two

I never really thought about you and all the work you do

Now as I look you over, brown spots and all,

I  will make sure to give you my all