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Their story comes to life on my flesh,

The story of two souls creating one image.

This tattoo pierces skin deep and into my blood.

The needle did not hurt, as it pierced my skin with love

It is neither here nor there, and stretches infinitely
across my life revealing their influence.

Its imprint seeps down below into my inner essence

This tattoo tells of who I am, and where I am from

It is forever fresh upon my skin, and does not heal

The artists drew themselves on me, and took great care

Their devotion and love for their art clearly visible

They poured bits of their own souls in the needles, for
better and worse.

They did not flinch, nor did they make any mistakes

Their creations live as a part of me forevermore

Across my skin, into my heart, and resting in my soul

This tattoo tells the story of love and creation

This tattoo will not peel after three or four days,
that I am sure of.

This ink is permanently set for all eternity

The story is waiting to be finished, the needle now in my hands.

Nadim Nigel Roberts

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The following comments are for "Tattoo-Parents"
by Nadim

Enjoyed this! :)
As a parent myself it has been challenging countering other parents less than free and non-judgemental comments or attitudes focusing on ways I 'self permit' individual expression and perspective as if this were a were negative. Interesting opportunity for lesson learning teaching my child these persons react from a fragile self-absorbed ego threatened by the power and attention others receive for their creativity. Peace. Amy

( Posted by: satori [Member] On: June 17, 2008 )

Interesting use of the tattoo needle as a poetic tool. I wonder if we are a piece of art work to our parents or just some ancient perpetual preogative? My own parents who I honor and love gave me what I needed to survive. My own children may have had a more involved and caring Father and I did my best to impart what I knew. But as any parent will attest children come in this world with a great deal already built in. The poem moves me in a way that I find comforting. Thank God for the mechanism that we can see, care, and impact those that come after us.

Your parents are blessed as I am blessed by my children.

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: June 17, 2008 )

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