mama’s thirtieth birthday was special
but what I remember most isn’t the golden crown, cake, or icecream
what I remember most is mama’s body
mama’s body, great with child
I thought it was beautiful
and I knew it was a miracle
I remembered being three
when mama told me she couldn’t carry babies
her body rebelled against her desires
but God crafted a miracle
through a little girl’s prayer (my prayer)
and gave not just one, but two babies
the first came when mama was twenty-seven
the next, two weeks after mama’s thirtieth birthday
two sisters for the girl who was supposed to be alone
three daughters for a mama whose body
rebelled against her desires
this body that seemed too weak to carry a baby, carried three
and continues to carry them
at first, she carried us in her womb
then in her arms
she still carries us
even though so often our bodies are far from hers
she carries us in her heart
sometimes I hate my body
it’s weak, and that isn’t its only flaw
some of its flaws were inherited from mama
…inherited from mama…
my body came from hers
perhaps mine could be as beautiful as hers
I look at my body again and smile
because my body came from my mama’s
and mama’s body is beautiful