Self

Hair that’s the colour of walnut wood,
Soft and silky waves of curls that fall to my shoulders.
My eyes are blue pools to my inner spirit.
Naturally rosy full cheeks,
Lips that can be as gentle as a butterfly,
Or as sharp as a bee sting.

Broad shoulders to bear life’s knocks,
Strong arms to hold loved ones close,
Hands that softly caress,
Full motherly breasts, that are completely natural.
Mother natures own round stomach,
Is mirrored in mine.

Hips that ease childbearing,
Sturdy legs of average length,
To support me as I tread life’s path.
And finally to my feet,
Often forgotten, used and abused,
But always ready to take me way I need to go.

Well hey that’s me,
Add to it my creative mind,
Fun loving spirit,
A personality that’s laid back and easy going,
This poem I hope kinda sums me up,
For the reader to create an image in their mind.