She once was 'perfect',
With breasts round and firm.
Now, her breasts hang lower,
Her stomach, once a tight and flat.
Now, wrinkles like rivers,
Stretch marks like lightning,
And an extra inch of skin..
She was everyone's desire...
But no,
She hasn't lost her beauty.
She got new glory.
She took a journey few dare to take,
Reached a place only the deserving may know,
She's a body shaped by the gift of life.
This is not ruin,this is rebirth.
This is the altar where love was laid.
These sagged breasts are fountains of care,
This wrinkled belly, a home she made.
Her back bears the curve of labor,
Her hands, the touch of endless giving.
Every scar, tells a story,
A testament to her sacrifice.
For she has walked where only angels tread,
And returned with love in her arms.
It is the sacred sacrifice of motherhood.
And she proudly wears her crown.
©️Gerishon Thîga
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