Just a mark on my right sided cheek
showing up when I was about three,
to be honest, I don’t think too much of it
It came out, showed up, and all day just sits
So what, it’s like a dirty mark
keeping my cheek
So what’s it like, this big brown stain
How does it feel, does it cause pain
When I look in the mirror what do I think
It’s an ode to a mole
So what do you think I think?
Sitting there day in and out
since that time it first
Just quietly keeping me company
My faithful companion, every single day with me.
©Stuart Patterson 2018
Nothing more to add to this other than I was sitting in airport waiting on a delayed flight. Bit of a mush mash but hey, its a poem about mole.