The loves of my life
They fill me joy
That no mere words
Can explain
One is graduating
High school tomorrow
There is no room for
A smidgen of sorrow
The other
Next week
From eight grade
The stretch marks
That will never fade
On skin
Once smooth and supple
Doesn't bother me
I wear them with pride
As proof of the gifts
God has blessed me.
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