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

showed up
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.

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