Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Woman I've Become

My flesh has a softer give,
and my ribs are shadowed lush.
These bones are deeper buried;
the carried years' telltale touch.

These hips have cradled children,
breasts fed them, arms held them tight.
My hands have tucked the covers,
pleased lovers through countless nights.

Skin that never felt right when I was young
fits better on the woman I've become.

For the "I Have No Idea What To Call This" challenge at Real Toads

22 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Whatever you call it, it's terrific! Ah and I do so relate!!! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, MZ!

Sylvia

kaykuala said...

Mama Zen
What you have recounted are the virtues and the companionship through the years that we menfolk treasure.
I'll say it here, Thank you, Ma'am!
Thanks a lot for the sacrifices and the warmth.

Hank

Fred said...

Wonderful sentiments here, love the linking back from now to then, showing how the events in ones life, the body itself but also the way we look at ourselves and our lives and how it differs. Great job, thanks

Fireblossom said...

That's beautiful, MZ. Young women often have a sort of unfinished look. What's lost in certain ways is gained in others, and you've expressed that so well here.

Mary Ann Potter said...

A beautiful job here! Only grown-up girls who are comfortable and grateful for who they are are allowed to be so satisfied! I enjoyed this so much.

G-Man said...

YOUR hips Are Rockin MZ...

Christine said...

so true so true, I'd still love that firm body back though

Caty said...

great one, MZ :) your flesh shows the that you have lived...

...and Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family!

Kerry O'Connor said...

That final couplet says it all.. when we're young we are too self-conscious of every flaw, after we have grown into our skins, they do just fit better all round.
Lovely use of the form and beautiful ode to womanhood.

Brendan said...

Amen and amen and amen, friend. The absolute best is to come. (Youth, as you probably know, is so wasted on the young.

Happy Thanksgiving to you! - Brendan

Brian Miller said...

smiles...i am glad you have grown into that skin...

happy thanksgiving!

Peter Goulding said...

I'm still trying to lose that young man's skin! This could easily be a poster.

hedgewitch said...

This is what writing to form should be--that extra something that pulls out a deeper thought, a clearer expression. That first stanza sets it all up and the follow through is smooth as cream. A very fine poem, MZ. My pleasure to read it.

Marian said...

yesss! awdyll cywydd toddaid whatevyyrdyddd you say it is.

Dave King said...

The more relaxed attitudes of maturity meet a depth of vision in this, I think. A joy to read.

Mary said...

Ah yes, Mama Zen, we kinda grow into our skin, don't we?? Good feeling, isn't it?

anthonynorth said...

Excellent write.

Daydreamertoo said...

Beautiful... I've always thought a woman becomes more beautiful as she ages and has truly tasted love and life.

zongrik said...

Skin that never felt right when I was young
fits better on the woman I've become.

GREAT LINES

Old Ollie said...

A damn cool poem!

unsungpoet said...

So beautifully expressed, especially the last couple of lines.

Shawna said...

Excellent opening lines:

"My flesh has a softer give,
and my ribs are shadowed lush.
These bones are deeper buried"

I felt these.