Rewarding
My hands are fuller,
Time spread across thin.
days I wish to end,
before they would begin.
As a woman who was losing,
I lost myself in sin.
As a woman who’s now a mother,
I strive for them to win.
My pride expands
with every chuckle,
each mischievous grin.
My hands may be fuller,
time harder to pin.
Yet all cherished in the same space,
a place , deeply guarded and special within.
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