Collars are choking,
Pants are expensive,
Jackets are itchy and hot,
So tattooin’ Ruth tattooed me a suit.
Now folks think I’m dressed– –
When I’m not.
-Shel Silverstein p. 45
Trust Shel Silverstein to lend me words when I am without. To date, this might be the only poem I have memorized in my lexicon. Today I watched my love get a tattoo from our pal Bram and then just like that I was up there, getting it, doing it. Grandma, all for you.
When I am older I hope those tiny scrawling letters sink up and under the folds of time on my body. Out of sight, out of mind. Today was just one of those days that I won't soon forget.