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.