When arms are tired and achy
from
lifting to love the growing babe,
typing to make the money,
stirring and rolling to make the food,
pushing to hold the yoga pose and
tensing to hold the stress,
be glad you have them because some women don’t.
Be glad the only arms that concern you (at home, today) are your own
of flesh, blood and tissue,
and not those that kill children of all ages and races.
At approximately six percent of your body weight each,
your arms make life lighter.
If only we could hug them both at once.
