She has long hair and dimples
and an easy smile
She is quite young, still
and loves innocently and true
And she now carries something precious
posting about carriers, and bonnets, and
a life I would know little about
It is ironic where the road ends and paths separate
It is interesting how time falls at certain strange and
exact moments
I look down at myself and wrap my arms
gently around my waist
and think of all that I can no longer do
I am physically less
But does it make me less?
and would it change anything at all
about how I am viewed?
does it?
If you toss worth in the air
and catch only the good points,
what are mine?
What is left?
and is it still a body worth holding on to?
- les'nspired
