The Stretch Mark Poem by Osagie Francis samuel Omono

THE STRETCH MARKS.
(Dedicated To All Mothers)
Like a river running across many paths,
This isn't a mark of shame, but marks of pride,
Of motherhood,
Of fertility,
Of strength and of love everlasting.
Oh how I love those marks,
Marks on the belle of my mother,
Marks on the belle of my woman,
Those marks of strength,
Running, stretching from the north to the south, from the east to the west,
The marks of pride,
Of motherhood and fertility,
Of strength and of love.
Oh my mother,
My dearest woman, am proud of those marks,
Running across each other on your belle,
An evidence of the lives you carried for nine months,
An evidence of how you carried, cared and created your lovely children,
In the dark room of your womb, where no eyes sees,
Those marks of yours on your belle,
A symbol of motherhood,
A symbol of fertility,
Of strength and of love everlasting.
Long may you live,
To enjoy the fruits of those stretch marks, on your belle.