An ode to my pot belly
Sunday, March 17, 2013
You and I have been together,
Since I ever could remember.
You been patted, squished
Been the torment of my youth.
You have never truly gone away,
And maybe that is why today
I barely tend to think of you
As really something, not that new.
You have come and gone through pregnancies
Hanging out inside my jeans.
Whether then size 16 or now a 6,
You always seem to get your kicks
By hanging out and staying there
Tucked inside my underwear.
I’m 40 now and over you.
There is really nothing I can do
Because gravity now is not a friend
My boobs, my butt have joined the sag,
Looking like a crumpled bag.
You’re not that important after all
Forgot about you when Motherhood called.
The kids they really do not care
That you are ever present there.
I’m amazed that you were so important
To me so long ago.
It seems that with age I’m all the wiser
To go along with the flow.
If I could take back anything
It would be the time I lost
Worrying about something dumb
Really wasn’t worth the cost.