A soldier earns his wounds and scars at war
a warrior with battles, and fighting from afar.
But yours, oh dear, has been greatly unique,
Not a single conflict nor bloodshed
can ever compare to it
‘Tis not of battles, ’tis not of wars
But because of your love,
shining like the brightest star

Those permanent lines etched
on your body like maps
Clearly it has not been easy for you,
not in a snap
But those seemingly-ugly remnants shows
how much you cared without distraught.
Because if you are without those scars,
then we are also naught
Without all those lines and all those pains,
what would we be then?
An empty wish, a random thought
brushed away, a dream never to happen

The seas will rise and the blazing sun will set
With your love that even the brightest Seraphs covet.
The plants shall grow tall and the old trees wither,
And you’ll always remain our ever-faithful teacher.
The years will pass and the endless days shall go.
But those battle scars that show your sacrifices
shall always shine proudly on your torso.

© ETLW💖

AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Let's be honest; childbirth is no cakewalk. We women and our bodies are abundantly strong and resilient, which is why the scars we carry after delivery, should be seen as nothing less than a badge of honor. We've given life, and with that comes some changes to the body, but not to fear, you can support your recovery.

Posting a last-minute mother's day poem, for all the mothers in the world.
Happy mother's day, everyone~