Your back still has zits sometimes
(I am staring at one now)
and it grows more hair every year it seems
I love not the zits that you
pop while I am watching but
to have known you long
enough to see you change.
Poem by Annie Jadin, speakingvoiceless.wordpress.com.
Written for the “gift” prompt at dVerse: http://dversepoets.com/2015/10/06/poetics-what-is-your-gift/