HUSH! My baby boy is asleep and
I sadly creep to the mirror.
Marriage makes your head roll.
Childbirth takes its toll.
I came to see what I lost
From what I was in the past…
Long black cascading tresses are now a bun- small and staunch;
Narrow swiveling hips have become a paunch.
As I view my rear, in dismay,
I realize my callipygian days have gone away.
Sleepless nights with an infant’s cries and gurgles
have framed my shiny eyes with dark circles.
No, long painted nails – I can’t have thee
As you might hurt my darling baby!
I looked at my lips in alarm -
Its months since I applied lip balm.
Don’t cry, my dear rough feet,
I can no longer pedicure every week!
I turn and see my husband behind.
He looks into my eyes with a love so new,
“Our son is so beautiful… he is just like you!
Each day, you are growing prettier dear!”
He said, kissed and pulled me near.
Thank you friends for reading and encouraging all these amateur poems. You have given me tons of confidence to work on and improve.