A Little Scar

Inside my elbow, where it bends, There is a little scar, Now hidden by some veins and Much less prominent, by far. The day a monkey bit me, Though some decades in my past, Is tattooed upon my brain, the kind Of mem’ry meant to last. So I was quite surprised to note The fading of a mark Which is spot-lit in my mind Where much of childhood has gone dark. Though pain and trauma might not show To others on our skin, We each retain those recollections For all time, within.