You were always beautiful
Even as newborns with folds and creases and extra layers of fat
I am grateful for the quiet ways you carried me
The way you walked the paths set before me
The way you bent and stretched in my youth
The way you opened like polar ice caps
To sexual pleasures and child birth treasures
You knew what my future held
The life of a teacher who rarely sat down
A mother who would chase little ones
Who would attempt to roller skate
and ride bikes with teens
Who would bake for hours on tired holiday feet
And who would ignore you late at night
As you cried for a gentle massage
I wish I had cherished you more then
When you were the strength and tautness of my roots
When your canvas of caramel coffee
Had no strange blue and green streaks
When your smooth surface wasn’t lumpy and bumpy like curdled milk
I miss you
Legs of long ago
But I am learning to love the new you
Learning to listen when you’re hurting
Learning to laugh when you slap each other or stick to each other
From the heat that burns within
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