SUN KISSES

My mother always measured aging

by 

the spots on her hands. 

These came from the sun. 

          Sometimes I look at my hands to find my marks,

to see if the sun has left any

kisses on my skin.

But,

there's nothing yet. 

I guess I still have growing to do. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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