My Body

My smooth, imperfect body is

softly gathering age like

rain,

holding each living breath

of air deep inside myself.

I cannot feel hatred

for this that carries me

through life,

each day,

allowing my heart to beat,

my mind to expand, my

hands to feel and hold,

my legs to run in the

wind.

My hair is for the child’s fingers

to entwine

delicately

My body to give birth

to perfect breathing life,

My breasts to give warmth, comfort and

nourishment,

my voice to sing softly

in the middle of

the night.

It is who I am.