Oh Daughter Mine

Be proud of your scars oh daughter mine now a mother of children dear Remember the time they suckled your breast gorging on the food of love Worried lines on your face anxious frown on your brow a love story you cannot erase. Oh daughter mine be proud of your scars. Pendulos breasts wear with pride your babies now full-grown and wise. Stretch marks remain to tell that you carried your babies well. Oh daughter mine be proud of your scars. A badge of honor that's what they are. Thickened waist and cellulite disgust many yet tell a story so sweet so true. Oh daughter mine be proud of your scars. Uptilted breasts shapely hips elegant thighs tell a story of their own but you gave your babies all you had with love and tenderness. When they're grown and gone away you will remember them still by the scars you bear today. Oh daughter mine be proud Be proud of your scars.