My body is not perfect, my hair is always a mess, my smile a little sideways..
I laugh at all the wrong times, and cry too hard, but I don't care much these days..
I love the blues, being barefoot, a hot summer rain, and a good man in my bed..
I'm jaded, I live in my jeans, no fancy lingerie for me, it'll be boxer and a t-shirt instead..
I ache for our soldiers and the families who love them, I scream at this sometimes ugly life.
I hope for better days, live for the laughter of my children, their pain cuts me like a knife.
Who am I, you may ask, I am a mother, a woman, a daughter, a sister, and even an aunt.
So, while I am not perfect, I love, I am loved, and the worries of the world ignore, I can't.
