I Smile at the Bruises

I smile at the bruises
up and down my legs
dull brown and tender.

You came from inside of me
they lifted you up, out, above
until your face rose above the curtain
and I saw the softness of your cheeks
the person of you.

They removed your body from mine
your legs white, feet turned inward
wanting
casts, braces, surgeries.
They stitched me back together
my heart and body pressed and pulled
wanting
to see your face
to keep you inside me forever
both.

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Author: Abby Perry

Abby has written for The Gospel Coalition, Christ and Pop Culture, Upwrite Magazine, and The Influence Network. She is the communications coordinator for a nonprofit organization and co-facilitates two community efforts—one promoting bridge-building racial reconciliation conversations and one supporting area foster and adoptive families. Abby graduated from Texas A&M University and currently attends Dallas Theological Seminary. She and her family live in College Station, Texas.

1 thought on “I Smile at the Bruises”

  1. Oh, Abby! My heart just breaks! I know I’ve said this to you before, but posts like this beautiful poem give me such insight into how my own mother must have felt 66+ years ago when I was the child in casts, and shoes with metal bars between, etc. I’m sad that I didn’t really have this insight when she was alive to be able to fully thank her for what she must have gone through. And yet, like you, she was a mother who loved her child, and would have borne any of the bruises necessary to make her whole.

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