She lives in her body,
a body of gentle curves.
She had dancing hips;
she'll swing 'em if she wants.
She eats good,
looks good,
feels good.
Her shoulders are for crying on.
No shoulder pads needed here.
Her broad hands are experts
at wiping away tears.
She's raised all her children;
she'll tell you with pride.
Don't cross her or
she'll show you her temper.
She looks in the mirror
and likes what she sees.
If you try to stop her
she'll leave you behind.
Her eyes will cool you
with their assurance
because she is beautiful
and she knows it.

Lindsey Milton 1998

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