If my smiles are painted on,
As you say they are,
Then wet paint would colour your lips when you kissed me.
I will admit, though,
That my skin sparkles and shines
When your lips touch mine,
Like the aura of a fresh coat.
– An excerpt from Legacy: After Porridge
The sequel to Porridge: A Memoir, a book about life after death, progress and moving forward after loss.
Be sure to read Destiny, a poem from Porridge