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