What a privilege it is to have soft curves and round bellies To feel your skin loose its firmness and your hair bleed its color dry To watch your stark hips widen from life and body ache with use To be told your bones are growing frail from hard work and your hands callous from harsh summers What a gift age is To think of all the laughter and warm meals one must reach that our bodies now imprint this pattern of joy The early morning coffees and late night drinks that we