some day

i used to think that no one would love me because

my kids were too wild too crazy too loud

my house too messy

my thighs too big

and my intellect too proud


my children are grown

and my house is less messy

my thighs are just right

and my intellect, intact


my imagination has grown

large enough to imagine

a love big enough to dream

strong enough to embrace imperfection

and steady enough

to invite itself in and stay