Legs
Beautiful
well-defined calves
that meet with
curvaceous thighs;
no stunning
crown of glory -
but a solid foundation!
From the time
I first stood up
and toddled
at seven months -
till today -
unfailingly
they’ve carried me down life’s path.
Written 6/17/12
for nette onclaud's
THE CROWN OF MY BODY----A WHITNEY Poetry Contest
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