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Sometimes I look at my stomach
I see the marks left upon it
Ten years they've been there now
Some think they're hideous
Even I have thought so a time or two
I remember a time before they were there
The smooth skin, being a size one
No real sense of resposibility
Could come and go as I pleased
How life has changed
Over the years
I have come to cherish these marks
Each one symbolizes the love I have for you
For nine months
I was your home
I felt you come to life
Each rumble, each kick
Our hearts beat as one
The bond between us grew as you did
It was then I began to know what love really is
As I look at these marks now
I trace my fingertips along each one
Remembering every laugh
Hearing so loudly every cry
Visions of holding you so close
I can hear your heartbeat with mine
And there it is, your first word
I see your first steps
Watching you climb onto the couch
Listening to you sing with The Wiggles
Tears come to my eyes
As I see you in color
Riding your first bike
Learning to tie your shoes
And picking you up from school
Some days have been so hard
I remember so many fights
Hearing you scream, "I hate you."
Wanting to die inside
Feeling so frustrated
Hurting when I remember each scrape
Crying when you were sick
And I couldn't take the pain away
Hearing you cry when you're sad
Feeling the heartbreak again
It's all been worth it
Every pain in my back
Sleepless night
Frustration and fear
Wondering if I'd do alright
Here you are now
My young man
So independent in many ways
Intelligent beyond compare
Full of wishes, hopes, and dreams
As I trace the last mark
More tears flow down my cheeks
I am so proud of you
Who you are
And who you're becoming
You are my greatest joy
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
You still need me now
Little by little that changes
But you will always be my little boy
These marks are nothing to be ashamed of
Because you are so wonderful
You taught me how to love someone more than myself
You teach me still
Every single day
It's you that shone the light
When I'd lost hope
Wondered why I was here
What I was to do with my life
It is you that showed me the way
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I haven't, just kept them on multiple sites as of late. I have my old poetry on paper, have yet to put newer stuff onto hard copies, definitely something worth taking care of at some point...
Another wonderful sharing of your heart. Are you cataloging your poetry/writings? I learned a long time ago to make copies and give those copies to someone to keep. Then if something happens where the original is lost you have a copy in safe keeping!
I hope so, Lisa. :) And, what a way to look at it, Ericka and you're right....they're worth battling for. <3
I view mine as my battle scars. I have earned every single one and my children are my purple hearts, or, were worth battling for.
i'm sure your boy is going to love this when he's older!!
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