This poem was inspired by a post by @ErickaWaller1 to whom I recently emailed a picture of my post baby stomach.
I earned this body,
It’s mine to keep.
For the body I had,
I will not weep.
Pert breasts were given,
these saggy ones were not,
I worked hard for them, I fed with them,
I miss the others not.
Stretch marks did not come in my youth,
Nor when I was a teen,
They marked my skin forevermore when my babies grew within.
My stomach once was beautifully flat,
Then three times a rounded dome.
Smooth and flawless skin outside,
Before inside became a home.
Darkness reigns beneath my eyes,
Puffed and wrinkled now for a while.
I love those lines for each one marks,
the times you’ve made me smile.
It’s where I grew you, where I first loved you,
Upon where you fell asleep,
For my old body, waiting to grow you,
I will not now nor ever weep.