I’ve been dismissive, mean and harmed or hurt you quite a lot,

So I am taking a moment to be thankful for the body I’ve got.

You have been a vessel, vestige, and vivacious vanguard –

And these days I’m often sorry I once pushed you so hard.

I’m grateful for the legs that walked me through city and field

In awe of the womb that four times – new life revealed.

Today you are quite squishy and grow weary too soon –

A soft belly, once flat, now looks more like a festoon.

There is a story in every dimple, pimple, wrinkle and scar,

And you are made up of the same stuff as a star.

Your tears still flow quite freely, as always they did –

And laughter spills out as your top clearly has no lid.

I am so sorry I have soaked you in wine and in gin

And choked you in smoke and let bad things get in.

These days I relish a stretch, nap, or meandering hike,

After so many attempts, it is clear your ass is still not fit for a bike.

I’ve starved you ‘til sharp, boney, malnourished and weak

And fed you until your weight makes seats groan and creak.

I am grateful, no matter the size or shape that I make you,

You thanklessly hold in my blood and guts and carry me through.

This poem happened as I was tasked with delivering you a Love letter –

But what has now happened, is I just want to do better.

Who knows how many breaths are left here in each lung 

Or how many more notes will be pushed from your throat and sung

Whatever might happen for the rest of the beats of your heart,

I believe that appreciating you is an excellent start.