An Ode to Your Body
I love your body
Because of those delicious broad shoulders
And my favourite dents
And those long arms that wrap me so close.
The way you laugh, so kindly, when I talk too much
I love the way your eyes seem full of light
And the way they close so quickly into sleep.
But mostly what I love
Is the fact that your body
Keeps going and going
In love for me, for these kids.
To work, of course, and back again
Over and over no matter what you feel like,
To the store, the playground, the beach,
And out of bed and down the stairs when I've forgotten my puffer.
I love those hands that give so generously,
Those legs that welcome my icy toes,
The crinkle lines that capture your laughter
The grey hair that is just starting to show up, to keep mine company.
The muscles that lift and carry
Boxes of parts and miles of hose
The heart that bears the burden of management
The hands that type succinct, efficient emails
The arms that clear snow and ice off windshields in the dark all winter long.
I love your hands that make our coffee and pick up pizza and pick up a million pairs of abandoned socks off the floor.
I have witnessed your body
Carrying your laughter and quiet words and kindness
In and out of days for sixteen years
And I love it.
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