Another scar, another memory

I have a memory on my leg,

It winds down from the kneecap

To my shin.

That one's for my mother.

I have another on my arm,

One that splits in the middle

And veers toward my elbow.

That one's for mybrother.

But I don't have one for her.

It has to be a special place,

You understand.

Like the underside of my wrists...

Or perhaps the jugular.

Please...remember me.