My tiny treasures
Look at the scar that you created
I wear it for you with love and pride.
I wear it with stoicism
Disfigured permanently for motherhood
We call it an apron
It hangs loose and saggy like an old washed out jumper.
© Alison Jean Hankinson
This was written for the quadrille at d’Verse. Hope it is okay.
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Alison, as one who bears that same scar, I simply love this. It is such a tangible thing, to bear motherhood as a physical scar, an actual mark. They change us in so many unseeable ways, it only seems fitting.
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Thankyou so much for your words
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I liked the idea of wearing a scar with love and pride.
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Don’t we all have the scars of motherhood? With love and pride,yes ~
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Yes, but this is scar that we don’t often talk about. The greatest and most demanding role we have I guess.
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Nicely done!
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Oh, the scars of motherhood! They are well worth it.
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Lovely Post! These scars are nothing in front of such treasures 🙂 Stay Blessed.
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Oh, such a scar, but what a treasure. So hard to bear, but what reward.
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Wearing that apron loosely so the scars behind won’t react in pain and irritation.
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Oh the scars of motherhood ❤️ Beautiful!
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I can also identify with this – so well put, Alison!
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Oh how I love this. Especially the excellent description at the end…”It hangs loose and saggy like an old washed out jumper.” This makes me smile…as did the photo before I even read the words. I’ll take every scar of motherhood for the ultimate joy it brought to me. 🙂 Smiling I am.
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I think you are right. Much Love. X
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Wonderful photo of your treasures beyond the scars. ❤
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many thanks, they are all grown up now…
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Yes, I have one of those too! Well worth it.
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