This mark on my face,
Is a sword's trace.
Which is also a war's wonder,
Above all the precious plunder.
There's nothing in it to hide,
The scars are a warrior's pride.
This mark all over my tummy,
Appeared when you made your mommy.
This is the prize of giving birth,
A token of pain that brought you to earth.
As the sky was rendered magical by the stars,
I was rendered a mother by these scars.
Sharon Mathew
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PoetryHighest rank #25 in Poetry #1 in Poetess #1 in Revolting #3 in Motivational What is poetry? "The Crown of literature is poetry" - W Somerset Maugham It's letting out your spirit.. Giving them the wings of words and let...
