On skin once smooth, now etched with lines of time
A topography of love, laughter, and life's rhyme
Stretch marks, like rivers, flowing through the years
A map of moments, laughter, tears, and joyous cheers

Once seen as flaws, now celebrated as art
A testament to growth, a beauty to impart
The silvery lines, like constellations in the night
A celestial showcase, of life's precious light

They tell the story, of a body that's lived
Of moments that mattered, of love that's given and received
The stretch marks on a mother's belly, a badge of pride
A symbol of life nurtured, and love that won't subside

They're a reminder, of the skin's elasticity
A flexibility that's allowed us, to expand and grow with tenacity
A beauty that's authentic, unique, and true
A reflection of our journey, in all its beauty, anew

So let us embrace, these lines that tell our tale
And celebrate the beauty, that our bodies hail
For in the stretch marks, we find a story to share
A testament to life, in all its beauty, beyond compare.