Perfectly Flawed

I stand naked in front of the mirror,

And what do I see?

A tummy that protrudes,

More than I think it should be.

Breasts that are veined and sagging,

It feels like almost to my knees.

Flesh that appears every day,

To look more wrinkly.

But that imperfect tummy carried life,

Someone who loves her Mommy.

The breasts were her nourishment,

As my beautiful girl relied on me.

That wrinked skin,

It tells my life story.

That image in the mirror,

Is flawed perfectly.