My hair is getting grayer
The wrinkles ever deeper
The eyes are always baggy
And the whiskers just keep growing

My boobs are limp and saggy
The tummy no longer taut
The hairy legs more frequent
And the stretchmarks leave their scars

My clothes are jeans and t-shirts
The shoes – comfy flats
Snot stains smeared on jumpers
And my handbags filled with toys

My life is full and crazy
A disorganised mess
Never close to perfect
And driving me insane

Yet my heart is getting bigger
As each day is filled with fun
My loves are getting older
And they are beauty enough