Marks of Us
by Mae Pike
· 22/12/2025
Published 22/12/2025 15:31
In a box of relics, memories trapped,
a fingerprint smudged, where joy once mapped.
Dried ink tells stories of childhood art,
a canvas of chaos, a tender heart.
I trace the line, wonder where it’s been,
a reminder of moments where we let love in.
Each mark a testament, subtle yet true,
a portrait of life, painted in hue.