What if I told you
Those marks of motherhood
were ribbons of silver and sweet plum
That your layers and folds
were waves to smooth the sand
What if I told you
Those lines by your eyes
are a love letter to how far you’ve come
That your hair reminds the world
of wildflowers
What if I told you: your body
doesn’t hold your heart, your worth,
your unfolding
What if I told you
That the shore cannot contain
the ocean
