I cannot feel my fingers.
I cannot see my toes.
You would not believe the many hues
Of snot from up my nose.
The belly, it is big and lined.
Like a tiger, it has stripes.
So much peeing, round the clock,
Results in sleepless nights.
I used to sport thin ankles,
And had comfy shoes that tied.
My skin is like a popcorn ceiling.
They said I’d glow.
They lied.
Disney is out. Country songs, too.
I cry at the drop of a hat.
Running upstairs is hilarious.
Christ, I am so very fat.
What a whirlwind ride it is,
This “growing a human” thing.
But I press on, because I know
Of all the joy it will bring.
