My Body Was a Temple

This is a guest post from Kathryn Stucker.  She would love to receive feedback about her first poem in the blogosphere. Enjoy.

 

My body was a temple

But now is a disaster.

It fails me from head to toe

As the years pass by faster.

 

Once I was so fleet of foot

And almost never fell down.

Now I’d better not try it –

I would surely break my crown.

 

I could bend and twist around,

Put my foot behind my head!

Now when I pull on my socks

A sharp pain fills me with dread.

 

I could throw a ball so far

That I was known for my arm.

But now I can’t toss a rock

To protect myself from harm.

 

I loved to climb the tall trees

And see the world from on high.

Now I’m glad when I don’t trip

On the bottom step – no lie!

 

I had a figure to show –

I wore a bright bikini.

Now the line from bust to thighs

Is more maxi than mini.

 

My long hair was golden blond

In the pageboy then in style.

Now still long but mostly white,

Atop my head in a pile.

 

My skin was so smooth and fair.

I was such a pretty bride.

Now I have wrinkles and spots

In places I cannot hide.

 

I won’t change anything though.

I’ve earned every lump and scar.

Take me as I am or not,

But I’ll take you as you are.

 

Kathryn Moore Stucker – 2014